Today I flew solo!

I gave out my first Host! I was so nervous and unfortunately for the recipient, I had to keep glancing at my prayer book. But I got the host from the tabernacle, put it in the little travel container, drove over the recipient's home and luckily for me he instisted on standing with his walker so I skipped the Our Father and the reading and all the "pregame show" and help up the host, said the required prayer, waited for his prompted response and carefully placed it on his tongue. Then as "dessert" I said a prayer of blessing and annointed his forhead.

The awkward part is after that was done, I didn't know wha else to do; I made some chit-chat conversation and then scheduled a regualr day/time to bring him communion. He is a very nice elderly gentleman, homebound due to illness, so besides the religious aspect, we have a nice little visit and I'm sure for him it breaks up the day, is something to look forward to, etc. In so many ways, then, the sacrament is healing.

Continuing with my Church-y theme for the day, I am a bit nervous and uneasy about our council meeting for tonight; the pastor decided to move it to the rectory (the little house where the priests live) because we are having some kind of cocktail party along with our regular agenda. I dunno; maybe its silly but that place seems to me like it shoud be "off limits".

I ran into him as I was grabbing my "Christ-to-go" order. He leaned in and said, "Hey you're coming tonight, right? Come to the front door. I'm having appetizers."

Somehow I had a flashback to the age when guys invited me to frat parties, off-campus keggers, and the most insidious invite - the "birthday party" that never was. What was THAT all about? Oh, well at my first job after college, a male co-worker (roughly my age) called me at home and invited me to his apartment.
"You gotta come over, it's my birthday, I'm having a party," he pleaded.

I hesitated but I thought it sounded like a good (and cheap) way to spend a Friday night so I put on a cute party dress and drove over to his Rogers Park digs. In the cliche of all cliches, I knock on the door and the only other "guest" was a quarter ounce of hashish and a bong lined up in the living room!

Now I highly doubt that any hallucinogenic agents will be the centerpiece of tonight's meeting.But I'll let y'all know if the hymn chanting gets so raucous as to elicit a visit from the cops!