Hitting It For Six
Jun. 6th, 2024 07:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo The usual dream: I'd shown up to take a church service and none of the gear I needed was there for me. The difference was I didn't let it phase me.
No alb? No worries, I'd wear a suplice.
No green chasuble? No worries, I'd wear the blue one that was almost green.
No service book? No worries, I'd work from memory and improvise when memory failed me. "Looks like you'll be getting the Prayerbook service not the modern one, "I told the congregation- "Because that's what I know best...."
I went out into the church in my incorrect garb, full of confidence, holding a cricket bat- which I chucked away as I entered the choir.
Why a cricket bat? Because I was telling the world it could throw down what it liked at me and I'd smash it out of the park....
No alb? No worries, I'd wear a suplice.
No green chasuble? No worries, I'd wear the blue one that was almost green.
No service book? No worries, I'd work from memory and improvise when memory failed me. "Looks like you'll be getting the Prayerbook service not the modern one, "I told the congregation- "Because that's what I know best...."
I went out into the church in my incorrect garb, full of confidence, holding a cricket bat- which I chucked away as I entered the choir.
Why a cricket bat? Because I was telling the world it could throw down what it liked at me and I'd smash it out of the park....
