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I woke up feeling pretty good after dreaming I was the manager of a vineyard. There was an ancient welcome ritual that involved serving each guest 100 grapes, and then fanning them with a fan made of grape leaves while they ate. It occurred to me to wonder whether all of today's modern guests would really want 100 grapes, and to be fanned with leaves, but I determined that it was the ritual and they would just have to like it, or else.
Unfortunately, it was our day to be super volunteers at church, which means helping with the setup. We have to get out the coffee cart, make coffee, set up the snack table, put the sign out, and whatever else may come up. Today was the blessing of the animals day, so there was no sermon--yay--just a bunch of mostly dogs milling around, plus a couple of guinea pigs and a sugar glider. Cat owners wisely chose to leave the cats at home and just bring a photo. After the service, we have to wait until everyone is done chatting and then clean the coffee pots and wash the mugs and put everything away. At the minister's request, the Sparrowhawk also unscrewed the handle on the coffee cart and put it back on the other end so the cart will roll more smoothly. All this took awhile, and much to my disgust, I was tired again.
When we got home, the Sparrowhawk wrote a really lovely reflection on what he'd learned from having pets, inspired by thoughts during the animal blessing. Ever since he retired, he's been able to have his feelings a lot more, and it suits him. Last night, we watched the final episode of "Good Omens." It made him cry. It was so wonderful when Crowley and Aziraphale finally got to lunch together at the Ritz. And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. We've been watching the PBS series "Chasing the Moon," and OMG does it ever cause a lot of feelings. Quite a lot to process there. I went out in the cool(er) of the evening, watered the plants, and picked a lot of peas and one pattypan squash that was ready to go.
Unfortunately, it was our day to be super volunteers at church, which means helping with the setup. We have to get out the coffee cart, make coffee, set up the snack table, put the sign out, and whatever else may come up. Today was the blessing of the animals day, so there was no sermon--yay--just a bunch of mostly dogs milling around, plus a couple of guinea pigs and a sugar glider. Cat owners wisely chose to leave the cats at home and just bring a photo. After the service, we have to wait until everyone is done chatting and then clean the coffee pots and wash the mugs and put everything away. At the minister's request, the Sparrowhawk also unscrewed the handle on the coffee cart and put it back on the other end so the cart will roll more smoothly. All this took awhile, and much to my disgust, I was tired again.
When we got home, the Sparrowhawk wrote a really lovely reflection on what he'd learned from having pets, inspired by thoughts during the animal blessing. Ever since he retired, he's been able to have his feelings a lot more, and it suits him. Last night, we watched the final episode of "Good Omens." It made him cry. It was so wonderful when Crowley and Aziraphale finally got to lunch together at the Ritz. And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. We've been watching the PBS series "Chasing the Moon," and OMG does it ever cause a lot of feelings. Quite a lot to process there. I went out in the cool(er) of the evening, watered the plants, and picked a lot of peas and one pattypan squash that was ready to go.
