Thursday, December 29, 2016
December 29: Thanks His Host, Book Club Christmas Party, Crescent Weenies
I think that they drying pray at the last not "please," but "thank you," as a guest thanks his host at the door . . .
I chose this quote because it sort of reflects my entire day, which has been consumed by two things: funeral plans and book club plans.
This evening, I hosted my book club's Christmas party. Agatha Christie. Chili. A cheese fountain with warm, soft pretzels. Lemon bars and fruit tarts, among other goodies. Plus, we had a Secret Santa exchange. I got a book of poems by Tracy K. Smith (Life on Mars) and an Adele CD (21). It was a good night, full of good will.
Tomorrow will be all about the funeral service for my wife's grandmother. I will be playing the music on the pipe organ. Nothing difficult--"How Great Thou Art" and "In the Garden." Two of her grandma's favorite hymns. Just finished cooking some crescent weenies for the lunch after the service.
It's been a busy day. I'm pretty beat, and there's not a while lot of relaxation in store for me this weekend. Three church services, including the funeral. New Year's Eve. New Year's day. Right now, I keep falling asleep with my fingers on the keyboard. I just typed "bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbblllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll."
Translation: it's time for Saint Marty to go to bed.
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