Had a great messaging session with Peg W. this morning. It was so good to hear from her. She's battling empty nest, big time. I'm hoping it's a short mourning process for her and Chris. So, I had a late start on getting the BYKOTA lesson ready. I had actually read it earlier in the week, but that didn't help because it was such a depressing passage Psalm 90. Dust2Dust. You know the one where the Psalmist is really, really depressed. My friend Stephanie put a post on Facebook that said (and I paraphrase) The caterpillar's tragedy becomes the butterfly to the Maker. It was perfect for this lesson, so I made a grand late entrance to Sunday School shouting that this exactly the way I want my funeral to play out. The bereaved are seated waiting patiently and I dash in and jump into the box up front. I had just one more project to do! It was mercifully a short time since the class sang an extra song, so the agony of the depressing lesson wasn't long.
I stopped at Gilbert Street to drop and catch up and of course, stayed too long. Mad dash home to an overdone roasted chicken, but a home cooked meal just the same. Kristen decided to go to the memorial in Avilla, so she Dennis and I took off. We made him drive so that we could read and sketch. I finally made a matrix of qualitative methods and even discussed some of the text with him on the last few miles. We were only one song late and the service was fitting.
Dinner at Ed and Jane's was pleasant and we, again, stayed too long, but sometimes life demands detours from the schedule and today was one of them. I drove home so thus ended the homework headway.
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