Wrapping up Toronto

Yesterday was a lovely, although rather long day…

I started out with a visit to the First Unitarian Congregation of Toronto where I preached my current “road sermon,” My Grandmother’s God, My Father’s God and My God. Seemed to strike a chord or two among folk, or at least it sparked conversation at coffee hour.

I found First Unitarian a wonderful congregation. If you live in the Toronto area you might check them out.

I wandered back toward the hotel, stopping to grab a sandwich. (I’m one of those people who find it difficult to eat alone in public even though I don’t mind it all at home. I’m sure there’s some interesting literature on the subject. Or, should be…)

Grabbed a quick nap.

Then back to town for Susan & Bob’ wedding. A lovely affair at the George Brown House, a little mansion near the downtown.

The celebrations went on into the evening.

Me, I’m a faux- extrovert. That is I’ve learned to enjoy being out front and with people. But at some point I gotta pack it in, psychically and physically needing to get away. (I think the best test for introvert/extrovert is do you like Bed and Breakfasts? If yes, I think you’re an extrovert. Me, I can’t imagine why people would pay money to stay in stranger’s houses and have to talk to them over morning coffee…) So, when I officiate at weddings, I rarely stay much beyond the first toast…

But, here I was in town alone, I really liked the couple (At this stage of my life I only, only do weddings for members of the congregation I serve or people I love. Although even so, normally I don’t stay, as I said, much beyond the first toast…) and so ended up staying until ten or a tad later.

Actually, it was fun. Met some very interesting people. Knowing Susan and Bob it was no surprise…

But now bone tired, I made my way back to the hotel.

Now, it’s Monday morning. I’m taking care of various email correspondence obligations, throwing up a belated posting here, and will soon turn to packing up and taking off to the airport and winging my way home.

I loved this little visit to our northern neighbor, the good North Americans.

But ratty as it is, home is home, and I’m ready to return…