It was a friendship day today, and yesterday too. Depends when you begin counting hours. We had men’s group, which I led, not particularly well, but still, I facilitated a question or two.

After men’s group we had Vespers, and there was a catholic in attendance who was quite friendly, we decided we ought to get coffee about it. (it being healing the schism, or at least being friends)

When I woke up it was to a line of questions and thoughts from a friend I found kind of uncomfortable for a variety of reasons, but still, I have to believe it’s born of the fact that they care about me and want to know me, even if I would go about asking these questions and leveling these concerns in a pretty different way. 

Then we were the last to leave coffee hour (Coffee Hour?) because we were having a grand time talking with our friends there. 

My new Catholic friend suggested we accelerate our plans because he had a project he wanted to talk to me about, so we did. I drove from church to home, had a rest, then drove back to town where we talked for a few hours.

We talked at the café started by an old friend I don’t talk to anymore, though I’ve tried reaching out. They don’t talk back. They weren’t at the café when I was there, I would’ve liked it if they were, but of course I didn’t go back afterwards in hope of their being there either, I wanted to get home. 

Me and the catholic spoke for a long time and it was good, then on my way home another person from men’s group who I quite like asked if I wanted to get coffee, and that was nice. I’d like to talk to him too. 

I spoke with Jack on the way home, about this ecumenical project, then another friend said he’d give me a pair of pants. High waisted, french, and corduroy the color of sand and honey. I’ve been looking for pants that aren’t blue and these are pure gorgeous. I’ll be wearing them as sponsor to his wedding in a few weeks. 

I’ve written extensively on this platform about my lack of socialization. It never felt really true, that I suffered from a lack, just that I wasn’t really trying. Maybe the truth of it that I wasn’t getting weekly drinks with Jack, like I do now. I don’t know. 

In anycase I can feel a real collection of people coming together. I guess that’s called community.