Orchids, woodpeckers and men with stogies .

Monday ... Start of a new week.

IT is Monday already. I surprisingly had a great day. I cleaned up the yards, vacuumed the whole house, did every dish then I went outside and took pictures of things my Dad loved. Yep, I was feeling sad a bit. So, camera and new lenses in hand went outside and took pictures of my wild wood pecker, the cement and wood bears my Father loved and purchased.

He also bought this cement thing for the outside wall of a man with big sunglasses on smoking a stogie. I'm going to finally paint the end of the "lit" stogie with red nail polish. He would like that. I felt better taking the pictures so it was good. I took pictures of my remarkable woodpecker and my orchids.

I went to church on Saturday night.

Erica and I went to Parkway Christian Center. The service was not in the main sanctuary but instead in the "Hull center." About 40 people showed up. Very casual, cookies, coffee and really the only thing missing was the man who wears a robe and staff and calls himself Jesus who walks around town preaching. This casualness had a certain appeal to the shorts wearing part of me. I think I could have stood up during the meeting and talked. Not like the regular church services I attended as a child (Mormon) and later as a Christian.

The funny thing was that the asst Pastor came up to introduce himself to us. He shakes our hand (Erica gives him her name.. I did not) and thanked us for coming. I then proceed to tell him we are there to "audition him/the church.") I really did say that out loud. He got this really surprised look on his face, (Shocked at my rudeness/Tourette's syndrome/compulsive disorder) and said "Don't judge us by this sermon; I'm the "B" team." He was being modest.

I got a lot out of his lesson/teaching. The music was weird. It was the songs I have always sang (at the same church years ago) but the younger generation puts their own spin on it. Different melody, same words. It was okay though. The sermon was about Love. Blah, blah Love…Blah, blah. At almost the end of the Sermon when the band is playing the "get up and go home" music he stands back up and says: "There is someone here tonight that needs to know they need to be healed... They have a deep hurt and loss that only God can take away" Then he looks straight at me and says "That is why you came tonight. To have someone acknowledge your sorrow, your grief and your losses". Then he looked straight at me again and sat down. Weird eh? Of course I would like to think he really knew what is going on with me. Like some divine intervention and what not but that would be too conceited. Probably imagined he was talking directly to me anyhow. Guess that is all today.