28 | April | 2025 | dual personalities

O for a thousand tongues to sing

by chuckofish

(That’s eye black under Lottie’s eyes which was hard to scrub off after her lacrosse game. I used makeup remover later which worked and she approved.)

What a weekend–which really started on Thursday for me–a lot of socializing, which, as we know, is exhausting! We had our volunteer reception at Mudd’s Grove on Thursday night and then our Trivia Night for the Kirkwood Historical Society on Friday night. Both were fun, especially the trivia event.

Last year my team came in 2nd, but this year we didn’t do so well–mostly because of me insisting twice that I was definitely right when I was oh so wrong. The OM was home sick so was not available to correct me. No, Katie, it’s not the Stray Cats, it’s the Clash. C’est la vie.

Saturday I went to a funeral at church–this time for a lifelong member of Ladue Chapel whose son goes to our church and is in my community group. The family wanted the grandson-in-law who is a PCA pastor to conduct the service at Ladue Chapel (PCUSA), but the pastor there said no, that might be offensive to some of their members/staff. Seems petty and vindictive to me, but par for the course, I guess. The service was lovely as led by the grandson-in-law.

After that I “babysat” for the twins all Saturday afternoon. Their mother is at a conference in Orlando and their dad was working. It was a lovely day so I did some driveway sitting while they drove the raptor around…

(after we cleaned out the dead spiders inside which Lottie found)…and pretended to sing in the rain…

Who knew playing with umbrellas could be so fun? Then we went inside and watched The Incredible Mr. Limpet (1964)…

…until it was time to clean up and head over to church for the annual pig-pickin’ (pig roast) picnic. The twins were beyond excited to be able to play on the playground, which is usually off-limits on Sundays. They had so much fun running around with their friends and shrieking like maniacs. They didn’t eat a thing except a chip or two. I had fun talking to people and sitting at a table with no one I knew–something I have learned to do over my lifetime. After an hour and a half I drove the kids to their dad’s store and I went home, exhausted again, but feeling happy.

Sunday morning I was back at church and singing with gusto. Nothing makes me happier than watching everyone going up for communion singing Nothing But the Blood of Jesus from memory–even the little kids.