I'm too old for this. Yet, better late than never. I've never done anything like this.
I expect the best part will probably be the bus ride. I don't really expect to get much out of all the talking and posturing. Nor do I expect any opportunity to be heard. I'm just another head for the count.
But I thought it was about time I put my money (and some of my time) where my mouth is.
I think, though, that the real payoff comes in being thought more of at church. Today was the Youth Group Service. Every year at this time, the Youth Group (high school kids) puts on the service, led by the Seniors. Raederle designed the cover of the program, recited her poem, and led the congregation in a meditation. Afterward, Marilyn Belle-Schwede congratulated me warmly on all three contributions and said I must be about to burst with pride. Which I readily admitted. The thing is, I've been trying to get her, and her partner's, attention for years. I think we have a lot in common, but they never seek me out nor appear to have more than a vague idea who I am.
Mary went to church with us, because of it being 'Raederle's Day', but had her usual reservations about her wardrobe. I've been assuring her that jeans with a nice top is perfectly acceptable, but she's had a hard time believing it. So while I had Maryilyn's attention, I kidnapped her over to where Mary was sitting and pointed out that this pillar of our church was dressed in jeans and sweatshirt. And mentioned that she's Wiccan. Mary's eyes lit up.
So. I will miss my computer all day. No gardening will get done, or plastering. I'll probably be fed stuff that isn't good for me (Continental Breakfast included - this usually means cold cereal with milk and a Danish), bored silly (two hours for lunch? What? They couldn't come up with more programming?), walked to death (sensible shoes are highly recommended), and come home swearing 'never again.' (But I have two hard-boiled eggs in my lunch bag, along with a pj sandwich and an apple; and a book.)