Or perhaps just a mad verger.
I am now officially the newest alcolyte in St. Paul's Epsicopal Church. And I didn't even drop Jesus, so I guess I can stay. Especially since I didn't throw the choir off with my singing as I don't think they'd ever find my body if I angered the choirmaster. I am not even sure exactly how I got roped in- I do remember approaching the verger to say hello and ask him about something or other wholly trivial and the next thing I knew I had a cassock half over my head while he was pointing to the processional cross on the other side of the sanctuary. Nothing like being tossed in with barely a by your leave and no directions what so ever. My roommate was smart enough to run when she saw what was happening to me. Smart, smart girl.
This week has been an interesting one- if more then laid with procrastination. Which is, I suppose why I am sitting here instead of doing a nursing process that is due tomorrow. I did try in good faith to go to the coffee shop, but apparently Cafe Latino has either closed completely or is trying a new sales plan that involves random closures throughout the week. Too bad really as I loved going to that coffee shop, I would hate for everything but Starbucks to close here.
I also found out that I might be able to pasture a horse at one of the other parishoner's pasture. Which is wonderful news for me. I have been wanting to get a horse for a long while, but the bording costs are very prohibitive. Plus, with a ten acre pasture, if I don't get a chance to ride as often as I would like at least the animal would have plenty of room to roam and play out extra energy. I was so excited I promptly spent most of yesterday looking at horses available for adoption in Texas, though I won't be able to adopt for a few more months and need to get a truck and trailer before I consider getting a horse.
And, if I can find the right horse, I might be able to train for mounted search and rescue as well- though it will be with a bunch of nutters who seem to also enjoy riding about in fairy costumes. You'd think they would have seperated those into two websites, really. On the top of the page you see all the information and requirements needed for mounted search and rescue, the program that is run by the Bexar county mounted police and then you scroll down a bit and there she is- a woman dressed as a fairy riding a small grey horse with a horn taped to its head. Random.
Right, back to work with me....
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