dual personalities

Sunday was Pentecost, and coincidentally, Grace Church officially merged with another parish, so it was an extra big deal for all concerned. However, when I got to church, some new person was sitting in “my pew” (!) so I had to look around for another place to sit. You see how it is.

I moved down the row and sat with my old friend Ron, an 80-year old African-American retired Army Colonel. It was a good choice as we happily made barbed comments throughout the overly-long 2-hour service which included four baptisms–in Ron’s words, “The worst logistical hash-up” of the year–and a brass quartet which intruded on our post-communion prayer time–“so much for our moment of quiet contemplation.” Ron and I were, of course, the only members on our knees in prayer, because for some unknown reason which neither of us understands, kneeling has been phased out of our liturgy. When I asked Ron after the service if he knew why that was, he did not, but commented that “in that other church, they have a Pope who decides those things.” We were on the same page for sure.

Although the choir was off-key most of the time and the brass quartet hit some really sour notes, it was a happy and welcoming occasion. But enough already–I skipped the church picnic afterwards and came home to water my plants and finish up my DIY bathroom project.

Somehow I convinced my old man to take me down to Ted Drewes for some frozen goodness.

It is already in the “hot and humid” range here in flyover land and I refuse to turn on the airco before June, so frozen custard it is.

How was your weekend?