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A few days ago, we received a very official envelope from Harford County Government. Good Heavens, now what have we done?!

A dear friend from church had sent this in, totally unbeknownst to The Squire and me.

When I asked her what we had done, she said, “Everything! You two did so much – keeping the property looking good, teaching Sunday school, volunteering at Jerusalem Mill, helping with computer glitches. . . Do you remember what the bishop used to call you? We just didn’t know how much you did until you couldn’t do it anymore.”

Ah, yes. Bishop Sutton once called me the “Dean” – Doing Everything As Needed. At one point I was a crucifer/chalicest, lay reader, usher, sang in the choir and taught Sunday school. Not necessarily all at once, but there were some Sundays when I’d have to hurry and get robed because whoever was supposed to be the crucifer didn’t show up.

It was an honor for Carol to nominate us, an honor to even make it through the selection process, narrowing umpteen nominations to a dozen, and now we shall see what happens. I honestly don’t think we’ll win, but we shall see. I’ll let you all know on the 16th,

And we all know how that worked out.

I found this on the church parking lot Sunday afternoon and assumed it was an eagle’s wing. We have a goodly number of Bald Eagles in the area, and I figured I could find a way to work it into my Colonial Life program – using it as a brush or something.

As soon as The Squire saw it, he told me to get rid of it. “That is from a vulture, not an eagle.” Because of their diet, vulture’s meat is toxic, and should never, ever be eaten, even if you are starving, and obviously handling the carcass is dangerous. I didn’t know the poison extended to even handling the “loose” body parts.

So – I took a picture and then trotted it out to the dumpster.