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The Ungodly Godmother

Maybe — now that I’m going to become a children’s book author — my blog should become more respectable?  I hope not. But just in case, I’m sharing this post before Myrtle is published!

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The “Ungodly Godmother” of one of our children drove hours on her first day off work to visit me after my recent mishap.

Time spent with her is a gift. She’s caring, smart, and makes us laugh. Updates about her life, her town, mutual friends — are all told in witty, ironic and ‘salty’ language.

It’s partly why our children have always loved her. The laughter. And because she was that rare adult who didn’t clean up her language when they entered a room. Thus the name she gave herself: “The Ungodly Godmother”.

Blog Photo - Cast with messages by Hamlin Grange

Before she left our home this time, she autographed my cast.

Not that I could see it clearly.  Too far down the cast, near my heel.

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We hadn’t been to church since I fell and injured myself.  I’ve missed the quiet Sunday morning rituals, the readings from the old Book of Common Prayer, in our tiny historic chapel.

Blog Photo - St Thomas Church Altar

So my husband and I were grateful when the priest called, offering to bring us communion.  

Father Tim spread a handkerchief-size white tablecloth on our coffee table, then placed two tiny gold jars on it, his prayer book to one side. He read a prayer for the sick, and Hamlin and I followed along as he read. He opened one gold jar and gave us the wafer (the bread), then opened the other and anointed our foreheads with consecrated oil.

The sacred ceremony complete, we got to talking about light and pleasant topics. You know:  politics, journalism, original sin.

Before he left, I asked him to sign my cast.

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“There’s room next to Liona’s.” My husband pointed to the space next to Liona Boyd’s signature and drawing of her guitar. 

Blog photo - Cast with Liona Guitar

She’s a famous classical guitarist and Father Tim, a fan of her music, happily placed his signature near hers, complete with the sign of the cross.

Blog Photo - Cast message from Fr. Tim

Days later, I saw my husband’s photos of the cast and made a surprising discovery.

To the right of Father Tim’s signature was Liona’s — yes. But to the near-left was the message from our dear friend, The Ungodly Godmother.

Blog Photo - Cast message from the UG

It said, simply: “Get this effing thing off!”

“Do you think he noticed?” I anxiously asked my husband.

“Don’t worry”, he said. “He’s a priest. He’s seen a lot worse.”

The Ungodly Godmother had struck again.

 

 

 

 

 

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Winner Announced!

The votes are in and there’s a winner!

But first I must say that you voters are a most unruly lot. You were asked to pick the best fictional story explaining my broken ankle. So what did many of you do?

Blog Photo - Cynthia cast being put on

You chose several. Yegads! In those cases, I chose the first one you mentioned.

Then some of you voted, but also gave your heart’s choice. What kind of voting is that, I ask you? (Hilarious, actually.)

So thanks for the laughs, and the votes. 

The runners-up are:

1:  #24-b by American Illustrator Jeanne Balsam who should be asked to illustrate the scenes she described. Her other blog is Still a Dreamer, btw.

2: #30 by Canadian Playwright Rex Deverell whose submission could indeed make a good play. 

3: #25 by MT McGuire. The votes were spread over her several submissions, so she gets honourable mention.

And the winner is:

The doctor called to tell me the pregnancy test was positive and I just passed clean out!By American Writer-Physician Victo Dolore, who got a whopping 7 votes. That’s impressive because there were 30 entries, and every one of them had their admirers. 

**Victo**, I will contact you directly for your mailing address and your choice of either A Good Home or An Honest House.

Thanks to everyone for entering and voting. You made me laugh: great medicine in a painful time.  

p.s. I got the news last week: NO surgery required. The bones are healing. Hooray!

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