Never got around to mentioning this at the end of a full week, but that’s what the catch up day is for.
My mother-in-law runs a program at local church called special church. It isn’t even her church, but she’s a giver like that. So this class provides an outlet for some of the members of the local special needs community. There are always projects, like last week’s flower planting:
There are parties, social opportunities, a little bit of scripture, snacks and so on. Everyone there is always smiling. Here are some more of the flowers they planted Thursday:
We wrote names on the bottom of the terracotta and spooned in potting soil and pretty blooming colors. After a while, it was time for the music therapist, who stops by and plays for a half-hour or so every week.
The weather was so nice they did everything outdoors last week. We sat in the side lawn at the church, surrounded by peaceful trees and a memorial sculpture and under picturesque clouds and howled through made up songs and people danced through classic rock and sang What Wonderful World.
Some of us even remembered the end, but no one was really looking forward to it. Sometimes things should just go on.
