Women Speak Sunday

The women of the United Methodist church long ago complained that their voice was never heard (what with men in the pulpit exclusively) and they were "given" the last Sunday in April to conduct the worship service. I, as the leader of our local women's group, was in charge of the service today. I must say that was a very tough task. For three months I fussed and fumed over which hymns to sing, which scriptures to read, who would read them and I had to either find a speaker or do it myself. I chose do do it myself (next year I will find someone). My speech was short but, I think, meaningful. And now I am exhausted. That adrenaline is wicked stuff. Jerry's daughter is here for Bloomsday and agreed to sing a solo for us. She is really great.
Tonight it is out for dinner to celebrate 1. Dave (Carrie's significant other) taking first place in his body building competition yesterday; 2. The successful end of Women Speek Sunday and 3. Spring finally arriving.