the first shall be last
So I wasn't the first one into the church building this morning--there's a whole 8:00 service that I don't have anything to do with--but I was there before everyone else involved in the two main services, I think. And I sure was the last one out, after everything was over. See, they've got me doing everything around the place now. My kids choir sung at the 9:00 service, and then I sang in the choir at the 11:00. And then, I had to serve my first duty as a vestry member by staying until everyone else had gone to lock the place up. On top of all that, I made muffins for the church breakfast! I can see why my mom decided to move to a bigger church.
I haven't written much about the weather in some time; Leah tells me folks don't like it. But it's just crazy. I did some spring cleaning yesterday, which tells you something. I'm actually quite worried about the real spring: my crocuses are already sprouting, and at least in one place in Lexington the forsythias are starting to bloom! I don't know what it all means! But it seems to be cooling down some this evening, so maybe normalacy is returning. I only hope the poor plants will survive the upheaval!
sorry Oona...
I was rooting for the Seahawks all the way (even if I did switch over to reruns of Iron Chef America during the fourth quarter). As we say in New England, there's always next year!