Friday, we went to meet with our priest for Reconciliation, after which we were 'good to go' for today. Today, even tho I've been attending for three years, playing my Christian Rock accordian with the more charasmatic choir group, also for the special community group, and singing with the Gospel Choir, I still wasn't really a part of the church. Well.....today, I was formally welcomed, took my first communion, and Cappy, too, who has not been able to take communion these past few years, either, then I was confirmed. We were also privileged to be able to bring the communion vessels to the front! I never, ever thought that would be possible for me until a LONG time from now! I cherished every moment today.
Yesterday Cappy sent me off shopping for a First Communion dress...and the buckle-shoes...I hadda have the buckle shoes. I had heard from wayyyy back that little girls having their first communion had lacy dresses and buckle shoes. So this granny was going to have lace and buckle-shoes for her first communion, too.
I didn't get far walking back and forth in the mall before my feet were already killing me. I couldn't find anything. I was frustrated, having not lost any weight that I usually gain when Cappy's off the boat and 'coooooking'. He doesn't force the food into my mouth, but oh gosh, try and resist. So I was dragging all that extra weight around on my feet around and around in all of the stores, from one end of the mall to the other. Well, I found this dark brown ruffled, lacey, modestly sequinned dress that would at least fit over my hips. And the matching buckle-shoes...GOT 'em. So this is my first communion outfit.
I usually make sure that Cappy and I 'match' color-wise when we go to church. I dunno, we like to look like a 'team'. I bought him a nice shirt, dark brown belt and pair of tan dockers at J C Penney's, and dragged myself home. I don't know why it took me hours, but it did. That mall is huge! I have blisters to prove it. But at least I was happy that we were going to look nice in the morning. When I got home, Cappy tried quickly tried everything on, not messing with the tags, to make sure it all fit. Poifect. He looked great.
This morning I jumped into the shower ahead of him, cuz I take so long, but it only takes him a few minutes to get ready. (typical story, I'm sure) Finally, I was almost ready, putting my make-up on, feeling all 'churchy' and in my 'goin' to meetin' happy feelings, when I heard Cappy in the bedroom struggling with something. He was trying to take the tags off his new trousers. He said, "Hey, this is one of those things they are supposed to take off at the store....urhhhhggg, it won't come off! I've been trying!" He had his shirt on, and was wrestling with this white 'thing' that was tenaciously hanging onto those trousers...and we were in a hurry now to get going. He gave one big tug and heard some kind of snap, then saw 'blood'. "Huh??? Am I bleeding??" I ran and got some tissues and some wire cutters he said to bring. When I got back, he wailed, "Oh no! I've got shop-lifter's ink all over my hands and these pants! They were supposed to take this thing off at the store with one of their special tools! I can't go to church wearing these...people will think I'm standing there taking communion wearing pants I shop-lifted! And it won't wash off...it never will!!" He said he'd wanted to wear his good blue jeans all along anyhow, so he did. He still looked nice. I hope nobody noticed the red ink on his hands.
Now I'm wondering what to do with these new trousers...I'd like to take them back...good luck with that, probably. Take the priest with us??
#1. We carry a limited amount of potable water.
#2. A sink as full as the picture above, would slop everywhere,
everytime the boat rolled.
With these two facts in mind, I'm sure ya can understand my horror, when sauntering through our kitchen at home in search of a beer, I see this!!! If I temporarily forget that I'm not on the boat, which happens if I 'aint' been home too long, or have had a few beers too many, imagine my shock! I immediately 'freak ' and wait patiently for the sinkto slop over, with the next swell I can still feel in my sea-legs. She giggles at my distress, but I assure you, my panic is caused from long habit.
This is what the sink looks like when I wash dishes. I guess 2 weeks off gives us plenty of time to pick at each other so heres my jab.
This is one of the dearest, Sweetest persons I've ever met. I only wish I had gotten to spend more time with her before she went home today, to be with the Lord, to wait for the rest of her family to join her. Her smile, humor and intelligence was incredibly winning. I fell in love with her immediately and was very comfortable in her presence.
Despite the fact that she suffered and was in pain, she didn't complain. We didn't have the privilege of knowing her for all that long, but if diamonds are created by pressure, then it must have been pressure in her life that created Pam. She was (and still is, whereever she is) an exquisite personality with so many beautiful facets, that we were looking forward to discovering.
Dear Pam, tell Jesus we said hello, and we'll all see you soon.
Peggy and Cappy
So many people leave such nice comments that I'd love to respond directly. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. It really makes my day...no lie! Maybe when Cappy gets back off 'da boat' I'll have him put a link or something so that anyone who wants, can contact us by email, not just by posting here on the Blog. Til then contact us by email at: firstname.lastname@example.org
(I guess I should add that our last name is Robin...hence the 'chubby robins'...and two crazy-nutsy bichons.)
Sorry I haven't written lately. Never thought I'd be the kind of person who'd get down around the holidays. Hubby calls lots and the kids call. Or I call. I'm just not the kind of person who invites myself to peoples homes, anytime. Or just barges in. SURPRISE! After five years I leave hints. Embarrassing to even do that. I invite ladies here, but they all have their friends or family and plans written in stone. Surprise! (placing a party hat on your head) You have unwittingly come to my pity party! Usually it's only me and the dogs. Aw, I knew I shouldn't have come here to blog. I'll lighten up in a few days when I find where I put my bootstraps. Prolly the dogs have them under the bed all chewed up. Later Ya'll.