Coffee Hour Today

 

Not at Church, but at the Dog Park.

Cooper and I went to the Dog Park.    We made our way to the Pavilion where I rest whilst Cooper plays.

There were two men there with their sleepy dogs.  They were soon joined with dogless woman.

The three grunted their good mornings to me.

Then they chatted at length about a group e-mail they'd all received. 

 'Twas about a gathering at the Marina Jack restaurant.

I might as well have been a bump on a log; or perhaps I was the invisible man.  They made to effort to engage me.

It made me think about newcomers to Church who are urged to be at Coffee Hour after the service.  Then they are ignored.