Freedom day

As of around 2 pm today, I became a free soul. No longer a bishop's warden. No longer a member of the bishop's committee. No longer a choir member. No longer a lousy secretary. No longer a marginally competent "treasurer".  No longer responsible. "Not my problem" is a delicious phrase.

I left a mess. Actually a whole bunch of messes.  I apologize but only so far. I warned the people that I am terribly disorganized. They've been able to see that. It will be hard to pick up the pieces. Sorry. There are plenty of people to pick up the pieces if they will do so. I believe they can and will.

A week and a half ago I had a sort of plan. That was trashed by three barely coherent emails full of control issues, projection, paranoia, and more. They hurt, especially since I have no idea what was being asked of me. One issue I understood. I am unwilling to let someone else choose my friends. It didn't take long to realize that those missiles actually set me free however. I would have jumped from the frying pan into the fire but they pushed me off the stove. Thank you, C. (Sniffle.)

So onward. Weather permitting, I'll be driving 100 miles for church in the morning. There are plans for the remaining Sundays as well. After more than 50 years of being tied to church choirs, what fun!!!

NaBloPoMo? Who knew?

Apparently November is National Blog Posting Month. No, I'm not interested in any competition. It might be rewarding, however, in some odd way to resume posting somewhat regularly. Here goes.

November 1 is All Saints and, this year, NWPA Diocesan Convention Day. Our table is at the very back of the room, sort of alone. Not wise to isolate us. Or apparently the folks who shared our table. We were not terribly well behaved, especially since the sound didn't carry to us very well and we had little light this morning. Our tablemates are from Osceola Mills, PA. Unfortunately it is waaaay too far to travel there for a church visit. One of them and I got uncontrollable giggles this afternoon when some of the others fell asleep.

We voted and voted and voted and voted. I think we have to vote again tomorrow too. I don't want to vote for any of the people who are in the remaining contests. It's always the same old - old - people. If that name is on the ballot, who will run against them? It is just another contest among those old names. Sigh.

R and I sat with the guy who runs the voting and his wife at dinner. Lots to talk about including how people ruin ballots. One of the best things about convention is meeting other Piskies. And the dinner was excellent. We didn't stay for the speed dating.

A half day tomorrow - unless we are still voting - then we're done for another year. It is very doubtful I will attend another convention. More about that tomorrow.