That was Thursday...

 I decided to take the day off, partly because the weather tomorrow is likely to be worse and I wanted to run to Sherman for a couple of things, partly because I wanted to talk to the minister when he came in to his office midmorning and get some guidance on the internment thing.

I admit, I was apprehensive. People get funny about things, I've seen cases of people with a position of authority who were uncomfortable or even offended when they felt their authority was being overstepped. I did not think that was likely with this guy, but people are funny and sometimes you never know. 

Anyway, I explained the situation - turns out it was not really a secret, the person who called me had called the acting secretary to get my phone number and told her why. So he knew. And he was untroubled by it: yes, I had known L. better than some of the other people who might have been called, yes, she passed a year before he came here. And I asked him if he had any advice because I didn't know how to do it, and he handed me a small book - Guide to Ministers or some such. He said he had two copies - loaned one out and thought he'd not get it back, but then he did after he'd bought a second one, so I can use it until after the internment. It lists scripture and has some scripts in it so I can pick something out that suits. 

So, a little reassured, I called R. back and said yes, I could do it. She was very happy to hear that, apparently she already had made the arrangements with the city (it's a city-owned cemetery and I guess permission had to be gotten). I asked her if it was "just a family thing" (I had assumed it was) but it turns out no, it isn't, she's going to call around to CWF members in case anyone wants to be there, and I can get in touch with people from AAUW if they want to be there. Which will help, having people there I actually know. 

And then R. said something that surprised me a little. She said "Oh, L. just loved you, you were one of her favorite people in the church"

I....don't always notice that kind of thing, I don't always recognize when people are fond of me. Yes, L. was sometimes a little quiet compared to some people I know, but I think this is more a "me" thing than it was a "her" thing. Because of my background/history, I tend to assume people are neutral to maybe even slightly negative about me, and it surprises me a little when I hear someone really likes me. 

I read somewhere once a comment that "some people need to hear 'I love you' a little louder some times" and yeah....that's kind of me. 

But now I'm glad I decided to say yes to it; R. told me it would have pleased L. to know I was doing this for her. 

But I also laugh....I guess this is another "skill" for my Zombie Apocalypse bingo card? But it's a less fun one than being able to make sourdough or chop wood....