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9:00 a.m. - 2004-04-23

Bring on the Brogue

I had a relatively solid nights sleep. That is, I actually fell asleep before eleven and didn’t wake up once – until 6:45 when my alarm went off. But once again, I woke up feeling like I only wanted more . . . . and what’s with all the eye gunk in the morning? It’s almost as if the “Sleepy time Faerie” crept in last night and got a little heavy handed with the faerie dust. Geesh – save some for those other insomniac will ya! I’m still wiping it away.

Friday – that long lusted for day of the week - the end of a busy, hectic, chaotic, five-day servitude. And T and I have to come back here tonight for a “Scottish Gala Farewell” for another Pastor and his wife. Pastor T hase been at this church for 23 years, and last September decided that it was time to move on and try something new.

And yes – if you read an earlier entry this week “Snail-mail, and Departures” you’ll note this is a 2nd Pastor to leave our community. The fact is – this represents the 3rd Pastor (out of a total of 5) since the end of August to move on to different pastures (no –pun intended). But that’s a whole other story.

Pastor T and his wife are in fact Scottish; so the planners of said event felt it prudent to give them a bang-up Highland send off. I think they’re even making me wear a kilt. That is if they can find one big enough, and it doesn’t make me look like Shrek’s girlfriend in Plaid. All this last week people have been dropping off their tartan’d nick-knacks. Those kinds of things people bring you back from travels that you graciously accept then shove to the back of a closet until said giver forgets they’ve been on a trip.

My husband is doing the sound – so what else is new, and I’m taking tickets. I’ve told the organizers that I’ll wear my boxing gloves, and have a hip flask full of whiskey ready for the onslaught of “I didn’t know I had to buy a ticket? I just thought you’d been advertising the event for over a month!” or “What do you mean you’re sold out? This event can’t happen without ME – why I’ve know the Pastor for over two weeks!”

I don’t know about where you live, but here on the west coast people are infamous for not making advanced plans on anything until the last minute. As an event planner myself – that mentality drives me crazy. It’s as if they can’t commit because something better might come along, and then when they do chose and find out the activity is booked – they’re all up in arms and don’t know why they can’t just squeak in. Crimminy!!

I digress – I’m playing Chief ticket taker and bouncer and I’m in a good mood for a fight.

Can’t you just see it now? Headlines on our local paper tomorrow “Local Lady in Garish Tartan Takes on Procrastinating Parishioners”. (side note: remind me never to apply for a headline writer job.)

I’ll let you know how it all turns out. Have a most excellent Friday!

Blessings - LJ

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