Musing on Hoofing It Through the Hood to Church.

Musing on Hoofing It Through the Hood to Church.

When will I ever learn?

I woke up this morning in plenty of time to get me, my children and husband off to 9 a.m. church.

I didn’t make it.

At 8:50 we start looking for son Number Two’s shoes.

At 9:03 we called off search and he put on his sister’s boots.

I sent them off and realized — THERE IS NO OTHER CAR.

My car was with son Number One who went to Alabama v. Auburn.

Proof that my car was in not with me this morning. (The bright lights of the GameDay set.)

So with no car…I proceeded to walk to church.

My boots and my cup. Ready for the 10 mile hike.

Could anything be more romantic?

Small town Sunday morning walking to church waving at all my neighbors.

Hey. Where are all my neighbors?

Actually, it was a nice stroll the two blocks to church.

Caught up on the renovations the new owners were doing to old Joshua Hill.

Then a little farther down the street — enjoying my coffee and not spilling a drip — I noticed with the huge oak gone from the tornado and with the leaves off the trees, you can really see the Cultural Center from Old Post Road.

Then I turned and took a picture of Boxwood. (Some houses in my hood have names. People just call my house names.)

And then I was at church.

Too late for church, right on time for Sunday School.

Oh well.

There’s always next Sunday.

Were you on time for church today?

Or better yet, did you walk to church (i.e. Sunday School because you had no car to be on time for church) today?