I did no writing. I practiced my mandolin a bit – I’m working on two songs at once, always inconvenient as my head ends up buzzing with everything I can hear and can’t sing all at once. I delivered a children’s story and a homily at church. Katie did me the honour of joining us.
It was well received. I had no fewer than three current or former ministers in the congregation, so you can imagine how hard I had to brush up my toes.
I went for a 2.5 k walk in Oakalla (Deer Lake Park) with Paul. And now I’m contemplating supper and the long awaited finale of True Detective. Paul and I drank tea on the back deck afterwards, and laughed like drains about one thing and another, and I got to look at his Australia pictures, some of which were quite entertaining and interesting.
Ralph Greer, one of the best and kindest and wisest men I ever knew, passed away Friday. His funeral is next weekend.
I will take my ease for the rest of my Sunday – tomorrow will bring its own interesting events.
