Last night, I found myself in the sub-basement of the school with our new maintenance volunteer head and, later, his wife. He wanted to walk through again and look for building plans, and I’d sworn I’d seen them downstairs, but alas, we couldn’t find them there.
Regardless, we were actually there for the fish fry, so it was somewhat comical to be crawling around the basement when the place was full of people, but everything was covered and calm, so we could “talk shop.”
When he continued to prowl and she joined us, she and I chatted about the school and its future.
And yes, it has one, thank you very much (you all know that…but sheesh, I had to tell people who had heard that we were closing that no, that wasn’t the case).
Anyway, while we were chatting, I think she saw how overwhelmed I had gotten by all the junk still scattered all over the school. 10+ years of neglect will do that to a building as large as ours, where you can hide everything in some room or another. She then switched to talking about vocation and how it was clear I was in the vocation I was called to be in and how lucky I was that it was the case.