Another Church

After all the brouhaha of yesterday's story of the sadist/foot fetishist nail technician, I forgot to even take a picture of my toenails. I have to say that the guy was very, very picky about the neat perfection of the polish itself. I chose a color that is completely unlike anything I've ever chosen before but it absolutely called to me for no discernible reason and I do like it very much. It is so glittery! I feel like I'm ready for the disco. 
Can you see my arthritically swollen toe knuckles? Luckily, they really don't bother me much. 
Feet look kind of weird, don't they? And yet, they are so precious and priceless in the lives of human beings. 

I was late getting up today and late doing everything that followed. My entire routine was a messed up but having nowhere I had to be and nothing I had to do, it did not matter. 

I went on another walk. This one was not quite as easy as the others I've taken this week. For one thing, I was cold for the first part of it and for another thing, it was pretty windy and when I was heading west towards the county line, the wind was working against me. The cold acted towards making me walk faster, which is not a bad thing, and the wind acted in making things harder. Which wasn't pleasing in the least. 
Oh well. 
I took another little side-road to photograph yet one more church. This one, too, is on Old Lloyd road, although not exactly as it is located on a very short road that comes off of Old Lloyd Road. That piece of road is called "Greater Elizabeth Road" and the name of the church is The Greater Elizabeth Missionary Baptist Church, definitely NOT to be confused with the Baptist church whose picture I posted the other day. This church even has a sign at the turn in the road though, letting you know what lays ahead.

The sign must be broken because it's had the same message for at least six months. Come on, guys! Change it up! Pique our interest! 
Or not.

This, I believe, is the largest church for a mostly (all?) Black congregation in the Lloyd area. Or at least this Lloyd area. And it is beautifully maintained, as most of the other churches are, really. But it does look loved. 

It sits on a very large piece of property and across the little road from it, there's a small cemetery. 

I would happily spend eternity or however long it took my body to completely decompose, there. A very, very quiet and tree-framed space. 
Peaceful. No nearby traffic. No encroaching housing developments. Just earth and grass and trees. 

So I have now posted four different churches within a mile of my house. 
And yet, not one damn bar or juke joint. What I wouldn't give for a good juke joint. Sixteen years ago I wrote about juke joints and when I just reread this post, it brought so much back to me. 
I used to be a much better writer than I am now. 
I am still the hippie girl I wrote about, albeit, a much older hippie girl. Still, everything I said then, I still believe now. 

And I really have nothing more to say right now after rereading that post for the second time. 
Except for...you know.

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon

Ellen's rose. Thank you, dear woman.