I wore my grandmother’s sweater to church. It’s a darker grey with a red cardinal on it. She loved cardinals. It’s more like a fleece jacket that I like to wear when I need an extra layer to fend off the cold. Camp isn’t having their hog roast this year but we still had church for any camping people who wanted to come. The summer staff was also installed. I sat by the now divorced mom who we used to go on vacations with.

After church I was standing outside of the doorways watching people leave the chapel and greeting some as they came out. One of the older season campers came out and smiled a big smile and said to me, “Well you’re looking nice”. He reached out and touched my hair that was off to the side of my face after falling out of its braid. I smiled and said Thank you! and really laughed amazed. They just come up to me like this.

I had to work over the weekend. The first night was very smooth. The second night was smooth with the exception of a third of the residents sundowning. I tried to give a woman morphine and she batted my hand away and refused to take it so her daughter told me just to put it into her mouth which I did. I wish I could come away with more peace when I was done but still tend to end up praying I didn’t mess something up.