Tuesday
I was up and about and busy today. The hospital are nearly ready to appoint a new senior chaplain to replace Larry, who left on August 10th, but it feels like at least six months ago. They have interviewed, and eliminated, about 23 candidates and got down to the final two. I was asked to be on the interview panel of these final two. One interview was yesterday and the second today, Tuesday.
There were five interviewers on the panel, three administrative staff, myself, and someone from nutritional services who is recognised as an outstanding employee.
Both candidates were very well qualified and experienced, and possessed all the qualities required. It is going to be very difficult for those making the final decision. I could work happily with either of them.
This was in the morning and in the early afternoon I was reading to a class at the Early Learning Childhood Centre (with a couple of other Kiwani volunteers) They were very sweet children, very respectful. The teacher asked what they should call me, suggested 'Miss Valerie' I said no, Valerie is fine. I hate it when people call me Miss Valerie, my next door neighbour does, and people who don't know me well. I think it sounds very 'southern plantation'. Afterwards the teacher got a globe out and asked me to show them where I came from.
Then later in the afternoon - at 5.30 - it was the Senior Centre's "banquet" for volunteers. It also includes volunteers at the hospital.
With Phyllis and her husband Joe.
The was the venue, the Heritage Centre of the Citizen Pottawatomi Nation. It was a very pleasant occasion, seeing people and 'visiting' as they say here, that's American for chatting. The meal wasn't bad. But I'm my father's daughter - I'll gloss over the itty bitty paper napkins, plastic cutlery, disposable plates, paper tablecloth. There was a little entertainment, a local guy singing and playing the guitar.
I exited the banquet shortly before the end as Bruce and Rosalyn had kindly invited me to the theatre, to see Arthur Miller's 'Crucible', which was the story of the Salem Witch Trials. It is a bit of American history I had heard of, but didn't know very much about, and when I got home I read up more about it on the internet.
Instead of going with Bruce and Rosalyn, as I normally would have done, I went straight from the banquet to the theatre and met them in the foyer. I got there about 7.15 as the sun was setting, the sky was very dramatic, I took these pictures but they don't do them justice.
Wednesday
After all yesterday's activities today was calmer. I was running round town this morning with some errands. In the afternoon I took some bake sale cake from the freezer to Emmanuel for the Wednesday meal. They didn't need much, it was team Mexican providing the meal and one of them makes little Mexican cheesecake-like desserts. Later, when it was time to go and eat I was debating whether I felt like turning out, or carrying on with my 'cant-put-down' book I'm reading. The book won. Actually it is a trilogy and I am on book 3.
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