The Beginning of the End

Yesterday was Friday all day long. I did laundry (four loads) and changed the bed. Three of the loads were bedding. I washed the sheets and pillowcases, then the three blankets and, after those, Mother’s little comforter. The latter is nice and puffy again after being beat to death with three wool balls and three tennis balls for 80 minutes. And then I washed clothes.

The dishwasher was almost full and since the contents were attracting ants, I went ahead and ran it and them down the drain.

DS1 and family sent me an Amazon gift card for Mother’s Day. I’ve decided to let them build up until I have enough for something really nice.

Happy Mother's Day

Rather than wait until just before I went to bed, I took my shower early. Bad decision. I had time to cool off before flying up and, other than my feet, I was cold. I got up and put Mother’s comforter on the bed and finally thawed out after the clock struck 11. I had strange dreams about sandwiches made with blended edamame. I had to get up a couple of times for bathroom breaks but got back into the same dream both times so don’t listen to people who say it can’t be done.

A beating would have been preferable to having to go out today but I’d missed last week and today was Communion. I had to go. I dragged around and got to the church a little after 9. When I went in, it was surprising that the a/c was on. Outside was cool enough for jackets.

I’d posted next week’s event (DS1 and the male chorus) on my church group along with a picture I stole from one of my Facebook friends. By the time I left home, I’d already gotten a couple of responses.

Sabbath School class had started and I had moved to the back of the sanctuary when I was approached by one of the ladies. WHERE had I gotten the info for next week? I told her it had been in the works for some time. Well, one of the elders had a guest speaker lined up. My heart fell. Was I going to have to call DS1 and cancel?

Besides that, she told me the teacher’s quarterlies had come in but not the others. I asked to borrow one until they do and I’ll return it. When she brought it to me, she said next Sabbath was being worked out. I breathed a sigh of relief. I went up and got the announcement I’d printed off and gave it to the Cavalry. He glanced at it and nodded. It was all good.

As per the schedule, I went up to the organ at 10:35 and started playing. The announcement period was long. It lasted until well after 11:15 and I’d been on the bench all that time. I was praying that I’d be able to last long enough to get back to my seat. At one point, I started coughing so I unwrapped a peppermint and promptly dropped it. I have no idea where it went. I felt around for the other one I knew was there but couldn’t find it. I looked down between my feet and there it was, perched on one of the pedals. No way could I get it.

The preliminaries over, I went back to my seat and was able to lean back for the first time in over an hour. The pastor stood up to preach. He preached until almost 12:30 and we hadn’t even started Communion yet. He announced the closing song and prayed the benediction. And THEN the congregation was split into male and female groups for the Ordinance of Humility. I guess a Navy chaplain isn’t called on to conduct a Communion service very often if at all.

When the men had filed out, I went to the bathroom. I was in a stall when the pianist came in, calling my name. She’d talked to the pastor and we would be using “Blest Be the Tie That Binds” for the closing song. That’s traditional. She went back out to officiate since she’s also the head deaconess.

Debating whether to go back in, I finally did. I’d wondered if I should partake of the bread and juice if I didn’t participate in the foot washing. It looked like everyone was paired off. However, the pianist didn’t have a partner so we ended up together.

Getting down on my knees was no problem but getting up was. I don’t heave myself around when I’m wearing stacked heels so my partner and another lady had to haul me up. No use being embarrassed. I wasn’t feeling good, anyway.

Then it was back to the organ and I watched as the pastor felt his way through the remainder of the service. I have a feeling the next one will go more smoothly.

I did okay with the bread the deacon put on the organ for me but the juice was a challenge. The little cup was very full so I waited until the last second, picked it up and, with a quick motion, downed it. I didn’t spill a drop.

I’d love to say I was blessed by the service today but I felt so bad, I was just relieved when it was over about an hour past the usual quitting time. I was home by 1:30 and was very thankful to be here.

Changing into something more comfortable, I sat down and dozed off. I don’t know what time I was out but when I woke up, it was after 4.

My stomach has felt unsettled for several days now. I’m sure one reason I’m feeling washed out is because I haven’t been eating much. On the plus side, I’m losing weight but that isn’t exactly the optimal way to do it. I managed a couple of small stuffed pepper halves and some fishless “fish sticks” before I had my chocolate. Maybe the headache I’d had was a hungry headache because it went away.

I’ve been through the large file for the SS lessons twice now and will start on proofing it along with the study guide (aka quarterly) tomorrow. I can’t handle it tonight. It will make a good Mother’s Day celebration.

Cuz is coming to mow and weed eat. She has agreed to pick up my prescription and some fruit on her way here. That will hold me until later in the week. Maybe I’ll feel human by then.

The news is full of GOP leaders who are coming out against Trump. On the other hand, he’s being compared to Nebuchadnezzar and Cyrus. Then there are those who think he’s more like Darth Vader. There’s even a “Top 10” of GOPers who have come out against him. Whatever happens, God is in control and I’m thankful for that.

This has gone on long enough. I’ve brushed, WaterPik’ed and flossed. All I have to do now is drink the rest of my water, do a breathing treatment and go to bed. And there will be no beeping timer to wake me up.

2 Responses to The Beginning of the End

  1. Lila May 8, 2016 at 7:35 am #

    When I’m taking part in the ordinance of humility, I take off my shoes, then there is no problem in getting up. Hope it’s better for you next time.

    • Tommie May 8, 2016 at 8:38 pm #

      I’d taken them off to have my feet washed but put them back on. I’ll have to remember not to do that.

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