We're going
through a difficult phase. We seem to have gotten settled in physically but
Grace and I seem to be struggling. Grace wants to be outside - a lot. That
requires someone be out there with her. She wants to run and play and be a
puppy, but she's hampered by leashes and dogs that all seem to be at least 10
years old, or unfriendly, or intimidating. Most troubling, she seems to have
decided that she doesn't like our morning walks. Admittedly, walking around and
around the blocks isn't exactly exciting, but it's too warm to walk her when we
could walk somewhere else.
The
problems for me are a little different. The first order of business after
physical settlement has been finding a church. That has been interesting. The
first church I planned to try closed its doors in July. The first Sunday, I
arbitrarily chose a church that turned out to be a little country church. The
second Sunday, I decided to try for something a little less little and a little
less country. I plugged the address into my GPS and when I got to my
destination, I found nothing that looked remotely like a church. I used my GPS
to look up the church, and followed its instructions to a different address
that seems to be a day care, not a church. At that point, I used the GPS again
to find another church I'd passed a couple times. They are using the exact same
Sunday School quarterly as the little country church. They're studying Genesis.
The third
Sunday, I decided to try the Christian and Missionary Alliance church. I plugged
the address into my GPS and when I got to my destination, I saw nothing that
looked like a church. I'll admit that it's hard looking around carefully when
I'm driving, but I turned around and went back the church from the week before
in frustration.
Last Sunday, I
debated briefly with the idea of attending a church that I have actually gone
past a couple times. From what I saw
online about them, however, they sounded too aggressively extroverted for my
tastes, so I ended up back where I've already been twice. I can't say I'm
feeling led to go there, but I'm not sure how else to describe whole buildings
that disappear. Sadly, while this church seems to be a good church, it doesn't come
close to what I've gotten used to up north. I guess that's called being home-sick.
While the park
at which we're staying is open, the season has only barely begun this week. I
haven't gotten to know people except to say "Morning" to the shadowed
faces as we pass in the night on our walks. The social calendar came out last
week, and I'm trying to figure out which in which activities I want to be
involved - and how involved I want to be. It doesn't really help that the first
group I tried to attend (card-making) wasn't there when I got there (the leader
has been detained in her summer residence.) I know I need to be involved but
right now, the prospect is intimidating: new people, new relationships, new
responsibilities...that is, assuming they don't all disappear.
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