I finally got my praise on after being here almost six months. I attended St. Luke’s
Cindy, aka Piss-Ant, was in the doghouse, so no early morning walk. They had worked the gray mare Saturday night and she was tired. Got up, got dressed, lost time primping and left the house later than I’d planned.
Hit Rte. 19, into Nutbush (which is in
Okaaaay. I had turned at the marker announcing that Rte. 180 was coming up. Silly me! Passed the gin and turned at Rte. 180. Well, I’ll be! It’s taking me right back to intersect with the street I’d turned on the first time. But it goes straight across. Says plain as day—Rte. 180 East. Up the hill. Down the hill. I’m giving this a few more minutes and then I’m turning around and going home.
Wait a minute! She said it was a big church. I’m thinking b-i-g church like Greater First. Not. Maybe it is big in comparison with other churches in the area. And, it is in the country. A huge, gothic or other-wise citified church would definitely be an oddity. Park and hustle in. It is late, 11:16 a.m., and I can squeeze in the back with little notice. Gonna get my praise on.