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I'm trying to get back to being on a schedule ... and actually posting about what's happening. Two weeks after the move, I think I'm ready.
So, scary morning, what with setting the alarm for 6 and going off to church after quite an absence. It didn't help that I kept waking up several times during the night. Bad body! Bad!
My ride was way too early (9 a.m.) and delivered me to church equally way too early. When I arrived, they were set up for their Christmas fair and I saw the Christmas train set I'd donated in a prominent position. When I checked after the service, it had been sold. Yay - I made yet someone else happy! It was funny to hear the Thrift store head say how much he appreciated all of my donations. That can only mean he's got them stacked up to the rafters!
Many people approached to say they were happy to see me and wondered how I'd been doing. Well ... uh ... they got the truth. When I went up for anointing with church-John and my other friend, the anointer turned the healing personal when she mentioned how good it was that I was back. Hee - a rather unorthodox blessing, indeed.
OTOH, when it came to the offering, I was quietly sobbing through the performance (along with a very choked tight-chested feeling) and using a couple of tissues rather ineffectually. Well, it seems I hadn't been the only one in tears. Brent stepped up onto the pew right in front of me, clutching a box of tissues and saying that blessings came in many different forms. Uh ... Brent, I'd really like to stop crying. But I was okay by the time communion came around. And, then, I had to dash as the service had gone long and my cab was waiting.
What a relief to have so much sunshine and NO traffic. I only surmised later that it was because it was the day of the Grey Cup (Canadian football championship), so everyone was either at the game (half an hour away in a city to the west of us) or watching it on TV. But I got home so quickly and was equally thrilled to have sun streaming in through all three windows (conveniently facing east, south and west). BD gave me a call and I knew he'd seen me on the webcast. It does warm me to know that so many people were honestly concerned about me during a time of such emotional trauma.
The only thing I'm still not used to is how early it gets dark - and please don't remind me that it's only going to get worse until the solstice. I'm still trying to catch up on missed TV, so watched last week's Glee (the Billy Joel epi). I don't know what happened to the show, but it's just going through the motions, stuffing a bunch of songs into every epi and calling it plot (or sum'tin'). I also tried (is this the third or fourth time) to watch the finale of Battle of the Blades. Arrgghh. The streaming keeps cutting out (quite annoying, considering this is our national broadcaster).
Well, I've had a sorta, kinda nap and am going to loiter on a few sites for a while. And, then, real sleep without worrying about an alarm. Yay for that.
So, scary morning, what with setting the alarm for 6 and going off to church after quite an absence. It didn't help that I kept waking up several times during the night. Bad body! Bad!
My ride was way too early (9 a.m.) and delivered me to church equally way too early. When I arrived, they were set up for their Christmas fair and I saw the Christmas train set I'd donated in a prominent position. When I checked after the service, it had been sold. Yay - I made yet someone else happy! It was funny to hear the Thrift store head say how much he appreciated all of my donations. That can only mean he's got them stacked up to the rafters!
Many people approached to say they were happy to see me and wondered how I'd been doing. Well ... uh ... they got the truth. When I went up for anointing with church-John and my other friend, the anointer turned the healing personal when she mentioned how good it was that I was back. Hee - a rather unorthodox blessing, indeed.
OTOH, when it came to the offering, I was quietly sobbing through the performance (along with a very choked tight-chested feeling) and using a couple of tissues rather ineffectually. Well, it seems I hadn't been the only one in tears. Brent stepped up onto the pew right in front of me, clutching a box of tissues and saying that blessings came in many different forms. Uh ... Brent, I'd really like to stop crying. But I was okay by the time communion came around. And, then, I had to dash as the service had gone long and my cab was waiting.
What a relief to have so much sunshine and NO traffic. I only surmised later that it was because it was the day of the Grey Cup (Canadian football championship), so everyone was either at the game (half an hour away in a city to the west of us) or watching it on TV. But I got home so quickly and was equally thrilled to have sun streaming in through all three windows (conveniently facing east, south and west). BD gave me a call and I knew he'd seen me on the webcast. It does warm me to know that so many people were honestly concerned about me during a time of such emotional trauma.
The only thing I'm still not used to is how early it gets dark - and please don't remind me that it's only going to get worse until the solstice. I'm still trying to catch up on missed TV, so watched last week's Glee (the Billy Joel epi). I don't know what happened to the show, but it's just going through the motions, stuffing a bunch of songs into every epi and calling it plot (or sum'tin'). I also tried (is this the third or fourth time) to watch the finale of Battle of the Blades. Arrgghh. The streaming keeps cutting out (quite annoying, considering this is our national broadcaster).
Well, I've had a sorta, kinda nap and am going to loiter on a few sites for a while. And, then, real sleep without worrying about an alarm. Yay for that.
