Today was my last (… there’s that word again …) midweek communion service in Grace Hall. The midweek service is every first Tuesday that follows the first Sunday of the month. (It confused me too.) It is a welcomed service for our members who no longer drive (they can take the bus to church on Tuesdays but not on Sundays when it doesn’t run) or who do not feel comfortable with the actions of communion in the larger Sunday setting. We had a good crowd today – nine people including Muriel, our wonderful 91 year old pianist.
After the service, it’s lunch time. Coffee and bars. Or cookies. Or today – peanut croquettes – which is the first thing I learned today –
1. Peanut croquettes. I had no idea what these treats were previous to lunch today. Cake, covered with frosting, rolled in crushed peanuts. Slightly resembled a cake ball. Good stuff.
2. Peanuts in the 10 oz. bag? Now $2.37 at the store. Announced with extreme distain.
3. The former bakery mixed too many bread crumbs in their peanuts to cover the croquettes. Dislike.
4. Drink coffee slowly. I burned my tongue.
5. A bit too much community gossip and I was reminded of the fact that everyone really is related. “Oh, she was my aunt” or “well, yes, he’s my nephew” abounded.
6. Everyone knows I’m leaving. I think every person who came made some reference to my inevitable exodus from Dawson. sad. There was even a delightful pair of non-members whom I’d never met before who came to the service and said to me, “Well, we heard you were leaving so we figured we should come.” Well. Thank you for coming.
