So, to overcome my fascinating Thursday morning, Peg takes me to Sagebrush for lunch. As we are sitting there talking, a group of people come in. I realize they are dressed in habits, wimples, tunics, and cowls. This is not unusual to me. Mother attended a Catholic nursing school and, even though we are not Catholic, I have been around nuns and priests dressed in traditional garments. I rather like the tradition of it all.
However, as one of the monks walked past, I realized something very odd. Between his girdle and rosary, you guessed it, was a cell phone.
The incongruity of it all nearly reduced me to giggles. I guess no one is immune to technology, eh?