Today was the Greening of The Church, so I decided to carry out my undorking of the church sign.
Little did I know those old-school church sign letters just float on those rails.
And we were having a Clash of Fronts, in which the wind blows strong.
So I'm out there trying to fix our church sign...and it turns into some kind of slapstick comedy.
The minute I get one word sorta OK, the wind whips up, and letters go flying into the air. They make a lovely tinkling noise, but really.
People driving down the street are torn between sympathy, empathy and HaHa!
Let's not mention the rosebush I wound up squatting into.
I'm saving the bowl of characters that spell out our URL for later.
