Homey Jomey. That just came into my head; something my mom & dad used to say. I wonder where that came from, and if anyone else has used that expression.
It means (at the moment) that I'm comfy at home, without a lot of plans. Because it's Sunday, and I normally "keep" the Sabbath by going to church, being with family and not feeling guilty for being relaxed and lazy. I've got six other days for that...
I love my church, the people and even the feeling of being in the Sanctuary; it's light and airy, and simple. Today, some of the music was provided by a trio of harpists, which added to my contented feelings. A local harp teacher exchanges use of our space for teaching and recitals; in exchange, she plays occasionally during worship, and today two of her students played as well. We definitely have the better part of the bargain, I'd say.
Ah, and then potluck... everybody's favorite (3rd Sunday of every month, if you happen to be in the Atlanta area: cpcdecatur.org) Columbia Presbyterian Church.
I'm blessed that we belong to a church which is less than a mile away; especially on a very early spring day like today. Birds of all kinds singing in the woods (I walk past Columbia Theological Seminary on my way) and daffodils and forsythia are in bloom. Right now I'm ensconced on our southfacing window seat, and there are cool breezes coming through the french doors that lead on to the screen porch.
My only dilemma? Should: walk to the YMCA. Would like to: go take a nap on the glider out on the screen porch...
Stay tuned....
Follow the Leader
11 years ago
1 comment:
so, what did you do? go to the Y or take a nap or something else?
enjoyed your post
catherine :-)
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