Sunday November 9th, 2014

The exercise:

Write about: the choir.

There is a pretty major wind blowing out there tonight, and it's been going on for quite a while now. I think winter is in the process of arriving.

I'm holding off on the penultimate entry in the yearlong journey through Vancouver Irrealis until I get some clarification on last month's goings on. So Greg... when you have a moment, please and thank you.

Mine:

Father Timothy was always preaching to the choir, it seemed. Not the most appealing attribute to have, but we could hardly blame him. I mean, the singing members of his congregation were often the only ones who would show up to his services.

So there wasn't much competition for his attention, you know?

Plus it didn't help that he almost always forgot to wear his glasses on Sundays...