I've always told people that we live across the street from the church. That's not strictly true. There is one house in between us and the church, but we are very close. It's been busy, construction-wise near our house lately. The church's re-building and addition is nearly done. From our living room windows, we can see the parish offices. From our drive way, we can see the front of the church, the new Adoration Chapel and the parish hall. Also in the past couple of weeks, the town has been replacing the water main on the street that runs alongside our house (we are on the corner). As part of that work, they've place a Porta-potty right across from our driveway. It's green and quite visible.
Well, yesterday we got some very bad news regarding a family member. (I'll write more about this when I can). It upset me greatly. It upset my whole family greatly. When I spoke with my brother, all he could keep saying was "Crap." That seemed to sum up the situation adequately. Last night, I couldn't sleep and then got the idea that I should go into Emily's bedroom. It's at the front of the house, but on the opposite side of the house from our room. I figured I could look out her window and see the Adoration Chapel and it would make me feel better. I climbed up on her bed and looked out her window towards the church. The trees blocked the view of the chapel, but the Porta-potty was in full view.
I think there is a metaphor in there somewhere, but I'm too tired and worn-out to figure out what it is.
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