Rainy Day at St. Catherine church

 

 

A gentle breeze seemed simple to the town of Cork.

However, there was a coming storm on its way, but it was nothing new to the church of St. Catherine. As such, the Ladies’ Auxiliary gathered baskets of clothing, linens, and canned food for the needy.

St. Catherine was an ordinary town, where St. Catherine’s had a reputation to maintain, one of gentility and generosity. The Ladies Auxiliary had been watching the stormy skies and setting up the tea tables for the coming rain. 

Voluntary spinsters swept the sanctuary and dusted benches. After all the work, the storm hit with a vicious vengeance. The Ladies raced about the sanctuary, gathering prayer cards, and locking the office windows.

“Well, ladies. It seems weather has taken our joy of worship. Let’s set and enjoy our worship with the cards.” Nuns do not scurry, as a rule. But some raced to the office, opening the cash box, and cards were dealt.

Money and heavy rains did not matter, as long as there was good strong Irish tea and the cards dealt were high cards. Cheating was not allowed.

Wednesday Words have been part of bloggers' lives over a decade or more.  The words are to share  for any blogger who wants to play around with words. This challenge was created by Delores who has since handed it off to volunteers.

Check at river-driftingthroughlife@blogspot.com, and myjustsostory@blogspot.com to see weekly words on Wednesday.

This is from April 2022.  The underlined words are from the challenge that week.

 

Yuma, gotta love it.

 

Staring into the light was the onset of despair.  Rolling dunes as far as could be seen robbed her of balance and Sheila fell, tumbling and rolling hard.  Get up, I must keep moving, she muttered as she stumbled to an outcropping of rounded stones and palm trees. 

Sunstroke was a distinct possibility in this heat, driving her to find rest in the shade. There was a drink, a green icy drink, within her grasp. 

 

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Sheila reached out to it, finding it to be an illusion. Yuma is not all the holiday place advertised. She kept crawling to toward the sound of happy people.  Were they really happy? Were they even there?  How the hell do I get outta here?

 

No disrespect is meant to Yuma, AZ.  Yuma is set among beautiful scenery.  When we drove through Yuma long ago, it was 115 degrees F. at 8 AM.

This was a post of 2014. The underlined words are from Wednesday Words created by Delores from Under the Porch Light. She passed the baton to other bloggers,  River and Elephant's Child.  There is some good writing at those sites.  Check them out.

 I had surgery on the right hand, and it is slow healing. I had 1st session of P/T. It will not be fun. 

  I can hunt and peck, so I can answer some posts.  Yay!