Too Long To Be a Comment
I totally realize that it’s MCB’s turn, and will only pout a little if no one comments on my post because she comes up with something actually interesting for people to comment on. On the other hand, maybe my verbosity will a) give MCB some extra time to polish her insights while we have a “fewer than 100 comments” post to hang our chat on and b) make her look better by comparison!
CC- your “default” ice cream sounds fabulous - I’d love the recipe, if it’s not proprietary, and if it is, then sort of a base recipe that hints how to get real dark chocolate ice cream (you could Post, so that it’s find-able). I usually don’t do chocolate ice cream, because it’s not chocolate-y enough, but your flavor combo is definitely inspiring! One could also try other Mexican-themed versions (not quite sure why cinnamon makes chocolate Mexican, since cinnamon is from Sri Lanka and thereabouts, but whatever).
Happy Birthday, Dee! Seeing RSS and ZaZa back around, makes me (not that one, although possibly her, as well) happy, too.
So, it was supposed to be hot today and I still have a cold, so I didn’t much want to go to church, but since I had agreed to be liturgist (the person who does “Welcome & Announcements”, reads the scripture, etc. ) AND to be a sort of back-up person for the “Spirituality 101″ post-worship adult ed experience, I put on my jungle dress and Kenneth Cole slides and went.
No real problems through most of the service, but as soon as I started singing, I knew that the cold had affected my voice. Sometimes it does, sometimes not. This time, I made it through the first hymn just fine, the second, not so good. I started to cough. I stopped sounding like much of anything. I stepped off to the side to cough some more. I fell down the 3 stairs at the side (just a little scrape under my skirt on my shin, but there may be bruises tomorrow). I coughed yet more. Not quite in the “hack up a lung” category, but frequent. I went back up and finished the service (the last hymn I made it through, though there wasn’t much volume there).
Nice post-service reception - some homemade chocolate chip bars (I didn’t get any, because I waited too long and the kids finished ‘em off), a melon fruit salad and strawberries and angelfood cake, plus some vegetables and dip. Not bad for a woman who thought, until her husband pointed out otherwise, that she wasn’t up ’til next week!
Then our little workshop. Not very intense, though one of the things the program suggests is “forced choice” : the leader reads a statement, and you HAVE TO agree or disagree (they suggest and I concurred that the participants actually get up and move to one side of the room or another). You can moderate your position, you can say later why the choice was hard, but you can’t sit a fence. But in the middle of all this (there was a reading time, so I didn’t miss anything), the thunder started. And then the rain. Well, I thought it wasn’t supposed to start ’til tomorrow, so I’d left the windows down in the car. I went out to roll them up. The parking lot was awash, maybe an inch and a half deep.
I have on these totally stupid shoes (black wooden heels with a black canvas X as the upper, rope sole), so I can’t move very fast. Raindrops the size of grapes pelted me. I had parked at the far end of the parking lot. I could feel the jungle dress (made of rayon and has a bunch of different animal prints, as well as some geometric patterns; not as bright as my jungle skirt, which also has some splashy orchids on it) scrunching up the way rayon does when wet, getting all crepe-y. But I got my windows rolled up, the group leader offered me a scarf to dry my (dripping) face, and we finished off our discussion. And I came in to find little mail, much SPAM, and a post with over 100 comments on it, so I figured I’d tell my story as a post.
85 comments July 8th, 2007