Substitute Church

Things had to change, because we live much too far from church. Three times we came home to find dog poop on the kitchen floor. Our being gone for five hours was too much for Kacey. I am pleased that grandson David is involved with the bell choir and the choir, with rehearsals before church, and that is why I decided to stay hone and watch church on line. Even that was uphill. I was in the right place at the right time, but the only active thing on the screen was the chat room. I couldn’t get the streaming video to start. Shortly, others commented on not being able to get the service, either. It came on after the sermon started. I saw enough to know it was about letting your light shine (reflect), an updated version using a light bulb instead of a burning candle.

I thought David might be home around 2:30, but he called at 3:30 saying he was just leaving church. He stayed to learn more about running the sound board during services. After shopping for weekly groceries, he headed home, only to be caught in stopped traffic near our interstate exit. He got home eight hours after he left in the morning. Kacey asked to go out three times during that period, so I feel I made the right decision to stay home.

This photo sums up my Sunday. I was dressed for the day before David got up and didn’t look at my feet until he got home. Yes, I wore a non-pair of shoes all day without feeling anything different. Give me full points for having matching earrings, though.

50 thoughts on “Substitute Church

  1. Two different shoes: I (P.) was 11 and gabbing in a group of neighborhood kids when I noticed my mistake. 😫 I turned and ran home to a chorus of “WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” Miraculously none of them had noticed. 😂
    BTW: To solve your streaming problem, find a nearby five year old. That’s what we do. 😀
    Paul and Betty

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    1. Having a clothing mistake at age 11 could have been socially damaging.

      Good advice for solving tech problems. Grandson David can still fix things at age 27. Wonder when he will age out.

      I tried to follow your blog, but it didn’t work. I’ll try again from time to time.

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  2. LOL..Anne you are funny and right at home with yourself and the rest of us aging youngsters. Life is so much more livable when we can laugh at ourselves and with each other. Have you thought about fencing in a”play yard” .

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      1. Oh how I understand. I once had very nice flowerbed but after my husband passed our dog just went crazy and destroyed every thing. I ended up fencing the area so I could replant and am still working on it.

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  3. LOL! The mismatched runners are funny. I did this at work once. Hubby had been away working and came home late so I didn’t want to wake him by putting on a light as I got dressed for work. When I got to the office, an hour’s drive away, I noticed I had on a pair of heels, but one shoe was black and the other one was brown. Thankfully they were the same height. I postponed my client visit and stayed in my office. Glad you stayed home for Kacey.

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    1. That is amusing, and you dealt with it. I wish I’d had an excuse like yours, but I’m sure I had the light on. Not only do my eyes not work together, but they are not always connected to the brain.

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  4. You wore those mismatched shoes in style. And Kacey is lucky to have you around. Sorry it was such a struggle, though. Sounds rough.

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    1. Now that sounds like a good question, but there is no way I would voluntarily move away from the world’s best neighbors. I’m hoping for a less drastic solution. I don’t think the present schedule will last forever. Usually things taper off when summer begins.

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  5. You wore those mismatched shoes it’s stylish. And Kacy is lucky to have you around. But atleast your pant legs matched.
    I wore Tshirt wrong side. It’s my mistake. My friends had laughed. It’s time trzedy.

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  6. LOL, haven’t we all done this at least once? You are in good company. I don’t think anyone looks at other people’s feet. I love wearing cute shoes, glittery flats with holiday wear, and so on, and rarely does anyone notice, even when it would be fun for them to see!

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  7. I used to leave several pairs of dressy flats and pumps in a box under my desk at work when I took the bus. I was getting ready to change into boots and realized I had walked around with one black pump and one navy pump. They were the same style, but still – no one noticed. I am sure Kacey enjoyed having you there for company and bathroom breaks. I know you could try a crate for occasions when you are both gone, but admittedly Kacey is a big dog so you’d need a big crate and where to put it?

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    1. David bought a pet play pen and a soft crate. KC is not interested. He had both in the kitchen and now has them in his bedroom. Lise’s dogs viewed their crates as safe havens, but KC does not feel that way yet.

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      1. I think you said KC was abused though – this could be why. Marge’s dog (Woody) was euthanized a few weeks ago. Marge got the dog either from a shelter or someone who wanted to get rid of the dog – I don’t recall the details. But that dog had been abused by a man. It did not like any man that entered the house … if a repairman came, they had to put Woody in the bedroom ’til they left. Several times Marge was taken by ambulance to the hospital for breathing issues … they had to put Woody in the bedroom until they were gone. Woody got used to Jeff and his son eventually but took a while. So maybe KC was crated at one time and associates it with something bad.

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          1. I thought I remembered you saying that. Interesting the correlation to Woody. Woody, however, was the size of a small terrier. Woody took a while to cozy up to Jeff. After Marge died, Jeff was still working, as was Jeff’s son. They used to lock Woody in the bathroom as he couldn’t hold his bladder while they were wrong and they decided it was easier to clean the bathroom than other parts of the house. I didn’t think it was fair to Woody to be honest, but I was not going to get involved. He even asked me if I wanted Woody as a companion dog.

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              1. Yes, I felt badly for him – Marge adored him and he would sit in the living room window waiting for her to return. The last few years of her life were spent in the living room watching her hummingbirds and TV, with Woody by her side.

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