My lovely neighbour over the road, Dale, has left her little fat, redneck husband. She went away at the beginning of August then came back on Saturday for the rest of her things. I have been feeling sad because I miss her warm, friendly presence over the road, but I know she is better off where she is, which is near her daughter in Texas. I had a chance to talk to her briefly on Saturday as she was leaving, and she gave me her phone number, so I will keep in touch.
On Sunday Emmanuel had its annual service and picnic at St Crispin's, the Episcopal Church's retreat centre, about half an hour away. It was a nice service with some very lively music from a jazzy group. I took something for the potluck picnic, but then decided not to stay. The young, athletic, and fun loving - none of which is me - were going hiking and swimming after lunch.
I came home to watch the war on tv. The war-that-is-not-really-a-war, even though jets are taking off and bombs are being dropped, and four star generals are insisting that it (whatever 'it' is) can't be won without ground forces. Mind you, the generals are calling it a war, it's only Obama who can't bring himself to do so. Any more than he can say the words "jihadists" and "Islamic terrorists".
Last Monday I stopped by Emmanuel and found someone making up all the sack lunches for the homeless by herself, so I stopped to give her a hand, and this morning I went again to help, it's quite a big job. Afterwards I took the flowers from Emmanuel to the hospital chapel, and had lunch in the restaurant there. Chaplain Bill was there with his wife and another chaplain, I was pleased to join them.
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