Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Broken Promises and all

Sometimes you can't do everything you want to do.

You can't always keep every promise.

So you don't.

I promised the inmates at the Nursing Home I'll be there tomorrow on Christmas Eve and they're pretty excited that I ... and whoever else shows up representing Bar Church ... are coming.

They love the weekly mix of rock-and-roll, Gospel Hymns, story telling which sometimes lead to dancing, laughing, confessions, spilled coffee and other signs of life!

I love being with them ... the drooling or sleeping ... the feisty and freaky ... the lost and the lovely.

Honestly they're a lot more fun crowd than any religious congregation I know and that includes BAR CHURCH itself.

Thrown away people know how to have a good time when given half a chance.

Anyway something's come up and I have to hazard the God forsaken traffic to drive to the other side of the County for some potential work.

So I have to go.

Fellow Bar Church occasional participant and musician Bob Fulton is spotting me at the Nursing Home and I'm sure others will show up too ... there's just never any telling who it may be or how many will come.

Lona's had to miss the past couple of weeks because she's taking care of her Mother up north and the inmates sure miss her.

The ones who remember may ask Bob about me tomorrow ... or they may not ... they'll just be glad someone is actually present bring tidings of comfort and joy.

It'll be the essence of Christmas.

Me too actually ... humping my ass to the other side of the world which to get money to pay taxes ... at least I don't have to find a  place to stay.

There's something especially Christmassy about all of it though.

Broken promises and all.