Leroy forgot to clean out his bottom
desk drawer at church. On the way home from the museum, where he worked a half
day, he stopped at the church and finished leaving the job. Apparently most of
the things just needed to be eliminated one way or another. He did not bring
home much on this trip. I am grateful for that as there were a number of items
that now need a home around here. For example: a mug, note pads, a few books,
his alb (which my mother made), and a few clergy shirts that he is pondering
the question of will he use them again? One shirt will be gone because it is
not in such good shape. The others are fine, but how many shirts does a retired
pastor need? Depends on what the future holds.
Leroy rode his bike to work which was
fine until he was ready to leave the church. It looked quite dark with a storm
threatening, but he thought he could make it. About two blocks from the church
it started to rain lightly. He still felt he could make the distance of less
than a mile. That was not a thought that came true. In just a little distance
more, the heavens opened and it started to dump on him. Now he tells me that he
feels it made not much difference which direction he went so he kept coming
home. By the time he got here he called up the stairs that I should give him a
towel. He tells me that he even had to wring out his underwear. I guess you
would call that soaked to the skin. His tennis shoes were water logged, but we
recalled that Brian had told us to stuff newspaper in them to wick it out. It
is not instant, but over time and changes of newspaper it works.
Leroy figures he now needs adventure
in his life, hence riding through a storm.
Paula
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