Wow, I can’t believe I haven’t posted a dang thing here in a MONTH. Hell month, hasn’t it been?
So much agony. So much bloodshed and ugliness and shock.
I have a few things to say: about ten minutes’ worth.
I hope you get something out of it.
Love ya.
You didn’t mention one of the dangers of the Interfaith Thanksgiving Service, which is showing up in your slip. Yes, I showed up ready to participate in the Interfaith T’giving Service wearing my suit jacket, a nice blouse, heels and stockings, and… my black slip. My skirt was still hanging over the bed at home. I was already seated in the sanctuary (thank God not the chancel) when I realized I wasn’t wearing a skirt. Fortunately not many people were there yet, so I sucked it up and walked right up the center aisle, borrowed a colleague’s cell phone to call my husband at home, said to him “THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!!” and he broke all speed records to drive my skirt over to the church while I waited in a darkened stairwell. I never broke my dignity, but we had some raucous laughter over that one! Anther sign that I was ready to retire…