Loss of Contact

So, I was at church a couple of weeks ago, and the time came for the meet and greet.  As most of you are probably aware, in most Protestant churches there’s a short period in between the music and the sermon during which everyone says hello to those around them, often shaking hands.  This was my first time at this church, so I did my best to say hello to everyone around me, and, of course, shake hands.  I said hello to everyone nearby to the front and sides, and turned around to shake hands with whoever was behind me.  This is when I encountered trouble.

The woman behind me was fairly attractive, so initially I didn’t notice that something was rather different about her.  I did notice, however, when I reached out to shake her hand.  She kind of looked at me like I was from outer space; that is when my brain finely comprehended what was different about her: she had no arms.

My feeble mind did not take this well; I had no idea what to do from there so I mumbled a quick “hello” and turned around. I felt bad, but in retrospect have to wonder: what’s the appropriate greeting?

You can comment now, if you want.  Go ahead.  Do it.

I found two blogs today I’m rather fond of.  One should make sense to you regardless of your background; the other is more like a really long series of inside jokes. :)

Stuff White People Like

and

Stuff Christians Like

I spent the better part of today driving around a truck with assorted flashing caution lights on it, hammering signs into the ground with a small sledgehammer.  What does it say about me that that was the highlight of my week?

So.  I’ve never really lived in a place that was subject to tornadoes, so much.  So when I moved here I bought a weather radio.  Last night the radio went off at least 4 times with tornado warnings.  For those who might be unfamiliar, a tornado warning means one or more tornadoes have actually been spotted.  My weather radio is particularly fancy and only goes off when a warning applies to the county I live in, so last night was a bit of a tornado festivus.

Unfortunately, I don’t have a basement.  In the absence of one you’re supposed to be in an interior room.  My only interior rooms with no windows are the bathrooms. I think you can see where this is going.  With actual tornadoes out there, I wasn’t about to just go to sleep on my bed, right next to an enormous window.  But I had to sleep.  So, after putting my cats in their carriers in one bathroom, I put a bunch of blankets and pillows in the tub, and tried to sleep.

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t work out so well.  After the last tornado warning expired, I got in a real bed, and thankfully dreamed of disasters that do not require sleeping in tubs.