Church. Delightful. And I guess that's a fine word to use. After we got there this morning, the rector greeted me, then asked if I minded doing the flowers. I told him I was honored, and I really was. To be so new (with the secret handshake...kidding) and to be asked is wonderful. And the last time I was asked was on Confirmation weekend, not that long ago. To feel a part---you can't put a price on that. And after church, as I shook his hand, I asked him about our middle daughter going through Confirmation at the next opportunity. She just wasn't ready when I was, but was hopeful to do it soon. Anyway, after the service today, they had some go-overs for the ones who want to be acolytes and he said that even though she's not confirmed (one other isn't either), that she could be a torch-bearer. I can't remember the term he used for those who are newbies, but guess I could call it acolyte-lite. :) I'm so proud of her---it caught her off guard, not expecting to be involved today with the routines, but it's all good. I'll make little Anglicans of all of 'em before much time is past.
Don't mean to wear it out, but church really is incredible. There's only one irritation, though. There's an older man (about 10+ years older than me) and he's
way too friendly. Probably was a flirt in his younger days, but it doesn't fly now. He wasn't there today, so that was a relief. I mean, really---is it appropriate at our age? I think not.
Now will rest a bit and oldest daughter will bring sweet Indian boyfriend over for dinner. Will vacuum after she calls to let me know they're on their way. Waiting as long as possible since first born is sleeping, in preparation for working overnight. He'll leave about 9pm, but is sleeping until dinnertime. I'm thinking the shop vac I'll have to use (my Dirt Devil died this week), might be a bit LOUDER. Must tippy-toe until then.
Take care, all.
(photo by my woodboy)
