Ethel: “So, there are two dates you can play down’t the church this summer. You pick.”
Me: “OK.”
Ethel is small, but she must be obeyed.

I can see the entrance to the parking lot from my front step.
Still, I have to drive the half block because I just can’t haul everything in one walking trip. Every summer, Ethel laughs about this.
This year, however, she mixed things up a little bit. The exchange went something like this…
Ethel: “Why don’t you play down’t the church in August. And I think it would be nice if you sang, too, like you do in your concerts.”
Me: “OK.”
So today I got up early, warmed up my voice while I got ready (disturbing the cats, who usually don’t hear me speak for HOURS after I get up). I packed the harp, bench, music stand, music bag and coffee into the car. Drove for exactly 35 seconds. Got a prime parking spot. Many church members acted as roadies, carrying said bench, music stand, music bag and coffee and helping me set up at the front of the church.
It was a lovely service. The church was full to the brim. A baby was baptized. Children were happy and wiggly.
Ethel hugged me and said, “Thank you.” I turned my face away so she wouldn’t see the tears in my eyes.
Reversed the loading process with the same kind roadies, drove the 35 seconds home.
She drove and I got a cardio workout without even leaving the car.
Whew.
Whew.
There are no coincidences, really. How do I know? The reading for the day was Psalm 133:
“How very good and pleasant it is when kindred live in unity.”
That's an adorable story!!!
ReplyDeleteLove it.
You do tell a good story Amy :)
I feel as though I know Ethel from this..
Being not so close to an H&M has it's advantage it seems to me...