Mystery Flowers

Flowers on the altar at St John this morning. We (at the 11:30) are gaga over the color, and mystified at what they might be…




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Connections

When I got to St John this morning, Fr Mike was walking from the rectory to the church, singing “Catalina Madalena…”!!

I joined in the verses (he knew one that I didn’t), and we both howled when we got done. He said, “Hey! There’s someone else besides me who knows that!!” I didn’t think to ask him where/when he’d learned it; I must rectify at the earliest possible.

RenRen was just as amused as I, and is absolutely sure that we learned it from Claudia Kellogg; I’ll have to inquire.

We Did *Not* Plan This

When I got up this morning, as usual, I grabbed the next blouse (basic black) and blue trousers to be worn, put them on, and carried on.

Gary showed up, wearing a black polo shirt and blue trousers.

Diane showed up, wearing a black sweater and blue trousers.

It got worse.

At 10:30, Elaine was wearing a black sweater and Roy, a black pullover (and black trousers both). Suzy Brown, who was lectoring, had a black top and roasty-toasty-looking shawl (and brown trousers).

It’s not my fault.