Two delightful women from the Episcopal Church in Park City, Utah took me out to lunch today at the Windy Ridge Cafe. Claudia, Judy, and I chatted away like old friends. This must be one of the main benefits of being part of the Body of Christ -- the connection we share with other members of it.
Then I bought some house-made rhubarb sorbet, basically out of curiosity, at the Windy Ridge Bakery and came home. The cold is still plaguing me and I was embarrassed to meet my new Park City friends with a red, chapped nose.
At least it isn't Stress Nose, an ailment that has plagued me from time to time since moving to Wyoming. But you, dear reader, do not need to know the unpleasant details of Stress Nose.
Much sadness all around this past week -- the death of the Rt. Rev. Jim Kelsey, Bishop of Northern Michigan, has touched our Wyoming Diocese closely, as he and our Bishop and the Diocesan staffs have closely collaborated on the Total Ministry or Mutual Ministry approach that both Dioceses share. Everyone who knew Bishop Kelsey seems to have loved and admired him. Closer to home, a young woman was murdered out in the Bridger Valley, just east of here; a long-time parishioner of St. Paul's was found dead up in the Uintas where she liked to go hiking; and a dear friend is about to undergo surgery for a tumor on her pituitary gland.
And I have the nerve to complain about my nose! Here's hoping for a better attitude in the morning.