Sunday: Got through 3rd and final wedding of the month. Touching, swanky, delightful and....delighted to be done. Got home at 11:30 and yup, I left (well slipped out actually) before the entree was served!
Monday: was sleeping peacefully until parishioner called the manse(twice!) leaving messages about stuff that was neither an emergency nor my responsibility. It was the last straw. I called one of my beach buddies, packed a bag and ran way from home.
Tuesday: Slept in at the beach and was awoken more pleasantly by children yelling down the street, racing to get to the ocean with the snap-snap of flip flops. I walked the beach, swam in the ocean, took a nap, made dinner with friends.
Today: Played hookie (again). Played golf with a new friend who's fascinating and fun and could give 2 s****s that I'm a pastor.
Home now. Cool drink in hand, ice pack on knee and enjoying breezes from the A/C.
Aaaaahhhhh.
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3 comments:
Sounds great, glad you got to run away!
People who don't give a crap about the pastor part can be really fun!
Wonderful (especially the new friend part). I hope you've been able to hang onto that good feeling today!
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