The bench is back! And so is glass in the bus shelter

RantWoman, it was a GORGEOUS sunny fall day. You had a delightful physical therapy appointment and came home with revived enthusiasm for exercise s that can even be done during Zoom.

So WHY ya gotta be all...?

RantWoman was thinking about stewardship--and departed Friends and nonprofit realities. 

One departed Friend, EXTREMELY Difficult Talented Musician Friend is on RantWoman's mind in connection with a non-Quaker self-advocacy organization and officer responsibilities and things one ought to take care of before one departs for other realms. Extremely Gifted Musician Friend served on Facilities committee at a time when there were almost no other volunteers. RantWoman understands that his obsessive and imperious style brought just as much happiness (NOT!) on facilities committee as at the self-advocacy nonprofit. RantWoman wonders both what would make facilities committee a more enjoyable experience and whether somehow Extremely Talented Musician Friend ever found performers able to handle his style.  Being able to accept rather than fend off help would not have been terrible either, but Facilities Committee still...beckons

The other departed longtime attender Friend was a real estate agent who served on Finance committee and attended the quieter of two Meetings for Worship. RantWoman finds herself curious about when movements of the holy spirit intersect with the day to day work of Finance committee. Longtime Attender Friend was part of one RantWoman household home purchase. Longtime Attender Friend kept trying to interest RantWoman's household, were no one at the time had a car in locations that only had bus service during peak hours on weekdays. Probably it's just as well that RantWoman's idiot detector shorted out, went silent, and sent RantWoman out looking in RantWoman's neighborhood on her own. RantWoman is reasonably calm about other moments arising from the home purchase but does honor both real estate agent awareness gaps and the general question of movements of the Holy Spirit on Finance committee.

Speaking of stewardship and a tenant RantWoman connected with meeting

Current Scrabble Club status

But back to the day's walk. The weather was amazing, the perfect season to be trying to walk RantWoman's way through a seething mound of resentments

For some reason or no reason obvious to RantWoman the sunny day made RantWoman think of a First Day a few weeks before the Go Away and Only Come Back When People DIE edict was issued. RantWoman was at the Meetinghouse late after worship. RantWoman thinks she may have retreated to the library. There were still people in the kitchen cleaning up after coffee hour. RantWoman does not remember why she stayed late but when she emerged from whatever she was doing, every single door in the place was wide open. No one else was around. No one had even attempted the usual close up process. RantWoman did all the pieces she knew to do. 

RantWoman remembers not being able to secure one door but did close the gate, go home and send a tartly worded email several directions. Note RantWoman's detractors would probably say "spammed the known universe." RantWoman's reward, besides the aforementioned "Go Away and Only Come Back when People DIE" edict was at least getting to preview a greatly improved and versy specific list of closing up procedures.  

The sunday morning fortress effect. Don't be late

What is all that trying to teach:

And more importantly, RantWoman WHY ya gotta splatter all that all over your blog?

Why is a metaphysical question. Just please keep holding the whole soap operate in the Light.

Besides, once one makes it up a bumpy tree-root tangled sidewalk to the nearest bus stop. look, look!

Never mind the graffiti.
There is glass
back in the bus shelter

Some days, one should
just enjoy the graffiti

The bench is back!
Even better than glass

Just breathe.
Celebrate the trees and clouds.
Then get along with the business
of buying cat litter