We had all kinds of plans for this weekend. I had taken this photo of a Dutch windmill a few weeks ago, and the miller wanted to use it. That was fine by me, but I wanted something in return. On Saturday I could come and pick up a packet of cookies for my efforts. Then on Sunday the old pastor of my husband’s new congregation had a farewell service and we were planning to go.
Plans don’t always come to fruition. On Saturday, Hermen had a bad headache and a sniffy nose. What to do in this time? It’s probably nothing, but you never know, do you? So we put our plans on hold. No windmill, and no farewell service. (Nice introduction to the congregation: the pastor who is sick. I guess it’s better than the pastor who made everyone sick…)
On Sunday, Hermen was feeling a lot better, and I snuck out for a little while to get my cookies. They were a nice companion for a quiet day. Different than expected, but also rewarding!