Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Waiting for Pentecost


She left me with my bland food and went to the office.  Many hours later she returned and  at least she noticed I had only picked at that bland food. Yes, I know it comes in a pricey can.  But it doesn't have a lot of flavor. Sigh. So, naturally,  she gave me some more of the same and went to the gym. Most days I really don't know how I could improve my communication with her. Was I not clear that I was expecting something different? Humor me, please. 
It seems that before she came home she was at the cathedral where a small crew of people most of whom I have met and who probably understand me better than the keeper,  are trying to hanging some rather stunning colors from a very high place. I hope it worked.

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