Wednesday evening

painting by Edouard Vuillard

What's that saying about women having the right to change their minds, and frequently?  I'm not saying it right, but you get my drift.  Don't know what I was thinking of with turning off comments.  I like folks, enjoy being talked to, and am tickled by feedback.  I must be nuts.

It was a nice day.  Got most of what I wanted done and stuck in a grocery trip as well.  Tomorrow holds the ordinary as well as a visit to our priest's house to get instructions for fourth son to house/dog sit for them for a day or so.  They have a Basset and also 3 Chihuahuas, so should be right up our alley.  And they only live 5 minutes away, so easy to arrange.  Their dogs have classy names, though, versus ours that sound like servants in Downton Alley.  We're such commoners.  You tell me---Daisy, Violet, Opal and Romeo.  Below stairs, for sure.

And here's a bit of excitement, least to us.  Middle daughter will be an acolyte at church for the month of December.  She'll carry one of the torches and will be part of the processionals.  So cool.  She's already had one morning of training and was asked at the last minute on Thanksgiving Eve to fill in.  She had about 5 minutes that night to get dressed and in order.  I think that doing it that night took the edge off of it.  With a small turnout that night, she was able to get the feel of it without pressure.  And even though she's not been confirmed, she can participate, being called a junior acolyte.

The Reformed Episcopal church (Anglican) that our church is affiliated with allows girls to be part of the service, but in a limited way.  The girls can carry the torches and cross, but they don't serve Communion.  I like the distinction of the sexes having their parts to play.  All important and all necessary.