rescued by... gilligan

I actually attended church today, for the first time in a few weeks, maybe the first time this month.

The April showers yesterday made the topic, "Dancing In The Rain", seem tailor-made perfect.

Not quite, as it turned out.

Not even Billy's reference to the Clergy Talks and Scott Bakula could quite make it right.

It all started going south on me when Rev. Bob Chvatal stepped up to do the Pastoral Prayer.

He was speaking the words to "Morning Has Broken", one of my favorite hymns, and I found myself singing along, realizing with a jolt: I miss singing in church.

I miss singing in church, with the light streaming into the sanctuary all around me - with other people in the pews singing all around me -

with Billy leading the way, encouraging all to pour their heart and soul into the words.

I miss singing in church.

I stayed for the Coffee Hour Zoom, but there weren't many with me.

I talked about washing my car in the rain yesterday, and how much I'd enjoyed it.

They spoke of new puppies (Candace) and upcoming knee surgeries (Linda) and how good Chuck's cookies were at the river clean-up yesterday morning.

There were so few of us that we didn't even break into chat rooms.

I headed for the Jepson after that, looking forward to having sunshine streaming in as I visited the new exhibits.

No, that didn't happen.

There was absolutely no parking for blocks and blocks and blocks.

Where to next?

I headed to Greenwich, determined to have a walk-about.
After all, it was a lovely, sunny day!

And I no sooner exited my car near the Barry plot than a bee zeroed in, dive-bombing my head!

Realizing it must think the bright pink hair holder promised a flower, I removed the item from my hair and placed it into my pocket.

The bee left... but ants had attacked my left foot.

Taking my cue, I took off, walking over to Jean Marie's place.

A horsefly now dogged my every movement, periodically landing on an arm, determined to get a bite.

Apparently, I was not meant to stay out there.

I hurried back to my car, frantically waving my arms as I walked, with the insect making fleshfall at any slowing of my movements.

I was concerned that it would follow into my car... but it took off instead.

Fine, home again is where I was meant to be.

That turns out to have been correct.

In need of diversion, I switched on the tv -

and there he was, little Gilligan, clad all in white as the Good Guy, gallantly fighting off the marauding pirates (the Professor and the Skipper) who had taken hostage all the womenfolk.

Quite marvelous!

And just what was needed to calm my jangled nerves again.

Now, to finish straightening up the house.

Carolyn is coming for an Oscar-watching Party of Two... and that's good.

(smile)