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The pews in our church, like those in many churches, have racks on the back of the pew in front. These are used to hold hymnals and other materials used in the worship service.  Each of our pew racks contains a Bible (RSV), a hymnal, and a Book of Common Prayer.

The rack for the pew in which I normally sit contains a Book of Common Prayer that often had been used by one of my dear friends, C.J., now deceased.  This particular prayer book has many 'sticky arrows' that C.J. used to mark the most often used services and prayers.  Although they are easily removed, leaving no residue, we have chosen to leave them there; they are so "C.J."-ish.

Using this prayer book always makes me think of her and, consequently, of a story she told me, which I recounted here in my early blogging days.  Since today has been a rather 'fractious' day,  I'm going to rerun that story.  If you've already read it, move on, and thank you for visiting; if not, I hope you enjoy it --  here.  The photo below will give you a clue as to what the story is about.

Bourbon Whiskey Bottle from Gettysburg - Wikipedia

Tomorrow is also a day.

I'm Still Here

A sincere thank you to friends who have been missing me here in Blogland. You are appreciated.

Well, so much for my resolve to post every day. Real life has reared its head, again, putting the best-laid blogging plans of this mouse on hold.

To answer the most important questions first: Snuggles received her first heart worm treatment, a painful shot, yesterday. She made it through that OK, but will be administered oral medication this afternoon which could be fatal. So.... we still don't know if she's going to make it. I've asked my daughter to keep me posted (so I can keep you posted) on her progress, or lack thereof. I'm a praying person, and Snuggles is in my prayers. I got really attached to her during the few days she was in my care.

It's been a busy and sad week. I learned early Monday morning that my friend C.J., the wonderful woman who told me the story I titled "Booze in the Window," (Post 13, May 4, 2008) died in her sleep on Sunday night. All of us who knew her are in shock. C.J. was only 59 years old. She had some health problems, but nothing that anyone thought was life-threatening. Monday, Tuesday and part of today have been filled with activities surrounding C.J.'s funeral, which was at 10 this morning.

That's it. That's what I've been doing instead of posting. I've had about all this sort of stuff I can stand. I hope everyone I know and love stays healthy.

More, later.