I miss wearing ties that cut off blood flow to my brain.
I miss my polyester pants.
I miss carrying my heavy service bag.
I miss singing kingdom songs, even if I can't sing.
I miss the extra five hours of sleep I enjoyed each week at meetings.
I miss waking people up on Saturday mornings just so I could show off my polyester pants.
I miss having to buy a new car every three years because of excessive miliage accumulated in field service.
I miss having my July long weekend spoiled each year by conventions.
I miss all the cleavage I saw on sisters when I worked behind the magazine counter, and on mics.
I miss shaving twice a day on meeting nights.
I miss the regular counsell and discipline from elders. I crave discipline.
I miss springing leaks in my boots while out in service on slushy winter days.
I miss having elders call me to fix their computers. Now where will I get my coffee and cookies that I used to receive in payment?
I miss the association of people who genuinely cared for me. The warm and fuzzy feeling I used to enjoy is now gone.
I miss the stale cakes Sister Elizabeth always brought to our book study coffee nights. Now I pay dentists for mere cleanings rather than repairs. What a waste of money!
I miss "Mabel the Mouth". Now where am I supposed to get my weekly fix of gossip and slander?
These are a few of the things I "miss".
Walter
Ontario District Overbeer