Third Sunday of Easter, 2016
Holy Week was hard. Recovery has been slow. Basically, I cannot show my face at St. Michael's without the feeling that I have a chore to do or that there is someone there I need to please. It's all quite adolescent, I know. There was a little bit of consecrated wine left over after service. I think the acolytes left it for the members of the Altar Guild as a kind of reward, I guess. I didn't go near it and let my partner finish the cup.
I saw Bing hanging out at coffee hour and went over to bask in his sunshine. The family trip to South Africa did everyone a lot of good. I am kicking myself for not going. I probably could have made it work - the brothers would have seen to it. But, I had no way of knowing that until Bing and Colette came back and made their report. Heck, I couldn't even go to Scarsdale last year without trepidation; so much for South Africa!http://johnwesley73.livejournal.com/499043.html
After a while, it became obvious that Colette would not be joining us at coffee hour and that I had Bing all to myself. It was one of those rare moments when we both looked around and realized we had no one else to talk to but each other. This happens, maybe, once a year. Bing kept apologizing that he wouldn't be walking the same direction as I was. In actuality, I wasn't sure which direction I would be walking in because the trains are so completely messed up on the weekends.
Then, I realized he was probably too embarrassed to excuse himself for a last minute pee before leaving. Then, I realized I had to "go", too, but, didn't want Bing to think I was deliberately following him into the men's bathroom. so, I decided to "hold" it until I got to Flushing.
When Bing returned, I think he was mildly surprised that I was still there and I realized that since he nearly always leaves with Colette that he's not used to people waiting to walk a few blocks with him. I think in his mind it became a matter of pastoral care. So, he invited me to sit with him in the garden (which is basically a low wall along the path leading to the sidewalk.)
We had a good talk. I think it's good for him to sit and smell the roses (though, it will be a while before it is warm enough for them to bloom again.)
Crosby's name did not come up once.
I saw Bing hanging out at coffee hour and went over to bask in his sunshine. The family trip to South Africa did everyone a lot of good. I am kicking myself for not going. I probably could have made it work - the brothers would have seen to it. But, I had no way of knowing that until Bing and Colette came back and made their report. Heck, I couldn't even go to Scarsdale last year without trepidation; so much for South Africa!http://johnwesley73.livejournal.com/499043.html
After a while, it became obvious that Colette would not be joining us at coffee hour and that I had Bing all to myself. It was one of those rare moments when we both looked around and realized we had no one else to talk to but each other. This happens, maybe, once a year. Bing kept apologizing that he wouldn't be walking the same direction as I was. In actuality, I wasn't sure which direction I would be walking in because the trains are so completely messed up on the weekends.
Then, I realized he was probably too embarrassed to excuse himself for a last minute pee before leaving. Then, I realized I had to "go", too, but, didn't want Bing to think I was deliberately following him into the men's bathroom. so, I decided to "hold" it until I got to Flushing.
When Bing returned, I think he was mildly surprised that I was still there and I realized that since he nearly always leaves with Colette that he's not used to people waiting to walk a few blocks with him. I think in his mind it became a matter of pastoral care. So, he invited me to sit with him in the garden (which is basically a low wall along the path leading to the sidewalk.)
We had a good talk. I think it's good for him to sit and smell the roses (though, it will be a while before it is warm enough for them to bloom again.)
Crosby's name did not come up once.