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Most of the day’s energy goes into
getting the apartment ready for the buyer’s walk through tomorrow.
When I get to the church Anna is
there with her latest reports on life from her perspective. Her sardonic humor
is in especially good form today.
As for Rachel, for someone who
claims not to want sympathy, she’s playing the poor disabled old lady card to
the heavy side.
An al-anon group who has lost
their meeting space is visiting the church to see if we might have an
appropriate space and wondering how co-existing with flamenco might work out.
My main reason for being here is
to meet Jason W who accompanies me to my apartment to bring a refrigerator to
the church to relocate in Mc Alpin Hall. The highlight of the day is walking
with him down Amsterdam as he steers the full size refrigerator on RL’s hand
truck. Not quite Laurel and Hardy quality but getting there.
We make a second trip to bring
back the last items not picked up by the movers. Things used for clean up, like assorted
vacuums, etc. Couldn’t have done it without Jason.
Sean’s acoustic wheel chair is
still where he left it Sunday when he wheeled in during the service. I hoped that he might stay, receive a
blessing. Join the circle. But he left
all too soon. All he wanted was just a chair swap. And that’s OK, too.
When I get back with Jason, I hear
Rachel screaming. There has been a disagreement with RL. At issue here is our
rule that no one can be in the sanctuary if our front door is not open. And no
one alone when the building is closed.
RL had let her in, just to pick up a few things. Twenty minutes later,
she was still there.
I decided to eat since I hadn’t
eaten all day.
But you’re not supposed to have
food in here.
But I have to eat.
No,it’s a health hazard.People see
mice.
Oh there are mice everywhere.
Rachel, this was your cart.
We speak of her rich friends again. And to repeat the same memo..you can’t
go in, you can’t be here when no one else is around. Despite the fact that she believes RL has been coming on to her ever since he first met her. I finally convince her to leave.
And Jeremy and his drummer Kenny
come out. They’ve been up stairs rehearsing .Rachel starts in on him, young man did yo not hear me scream? You were
inside. You must have heard? Jeremy shrugs his shoulders in at least
disbelief. I tell her once again, she
can’t be here when the doors are closed. She nods her head. Goes back to railing
on RL. I just turn and go. I hear her yell, Pastor, pastor..... I turn back, say what?
And with a gleeful look on her face she says, the Knicks are plying tonight! Ah
that fan base again.
When I get home tonight, there will
only be a sleeping bag, a pillow and a dob kit. That’s it.
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