Inconspicuous

Last week, we left the unusually cold weather of North Carolina and headed for Indiana to see daughter Boo and her family.  Snow, winds, and brutally cold weather hit the Midwest about the same time we did.  I have been shivering for days and can say for a fact that cold weather does not freeze your butt off.

It was worth a try.  (sigh)

At the moment we’re in an inn in West Virginia and for the first time in over a week, my computer is  finally allowing me to reconnect to civilization.

When we first began our trip,  I could receive e-mails but not send them.  Then I had no internet at all.  Not that I had time to mess around with the computer.   We spent some delightful days with Boo, our son-in-law, Dude, and two grandsons.   Basketball and more basketball.   Hey–it’s an indoor sport;  I’m not complaining.   I may have bleacher butt, but at least it’s not frostbitten.

When we learned that Oldest Grandson would be playing the Postlude at their 11 AM church service, we wanted to attend.  We were totally unprepared, wardrobe-wise, but Boo assured us that we wouldn’t be conspicuous in our casual clothes because “anything goes,” as far as acceptable attire at their church.

I turned off my cellphone.  Would that Dearly Beloved had done the same with his watch, which beeped at 11:45.   It does that every day–twice a day.  The only reason I’ve ever gotten is “to aggravate you.”   In fact, he has become so accustomed to the beep that he was oblivious to the noise until he noticed people staring at him.

(Kudos to me for not standing up and announcing, “It does the same damn thing at 11:45 PM!”)

So much for “inconspicuous.”

Modestly, I must report that Grandson’s  piano solo was wonderful.   Almost the whole congregation sat still for his performance instead of leaving during that time as is customary.  By coincidence, the nurse (now retired) who tended him as a preemie in the hospital nursery sat in front of us and had tears streaming down her cheeks.   It was right off a Hallmark commercial.

His younger brother–Soccer Boy–had been drafted a few minutes before the service started to do a reading during the lighting of the Advent Candle so we got to see his performance, also.   Since I had run out to Target early (we always forget something)  I hadn’t been at the house when they left for Sunday School.  I was thrilled when he stood up to do the reading (excellently, I might add!) and I saw that he was wearing the sweater I had knitted for his October birthday.

He likes it! He really likes it!

DB leaned over and whispered in my ear that Soccer Boy had come downstairs wearing it without any prodding from anyone.  REALLY?!!   I beamed.   A young man of taste and style!

DB nodded in agreement, then added, “But his mom did make him take off the long basketball shorts he was wearing and put on long pants.”