I Saw What You Did With that Hat

Another writing prompt from the week with Collegeville Institute….and a gentle prompt to remind my friends to get their mammies done.

I saw what you did with that hat!sun hat

How was your day?

You’re trying to hid something from me aren’t you?

We had lunch at that new place.


Ellie and I, of course.    We haven’t seen each other                                since summer.

I didn’t know you were going out for lunch today.

Will  has been having problems with his back again.

So what’s under the hat?

                                                Did you pick up your blood pressure medicine at the pharmacy?  They called.

You didn’t tell me.

                                Do you want me to pick it up for you?  I’ll be over that direction tomorrow.

Sure, that would be great.  What are you doing over there tomorrow?  I thought you were going to tie quilts at church.

                                  The new place where we ate–I can’t pronounce the name–had really good food,                                           but we could hardly hear ourselves think, let alone hear each other.  It was so noisy.

I’m going to mow the grass this evening.  Maybe the last time before winter.  We can hope.

                                                Will is thinking about taking an early retirement if his back doesn’t improve.

You’re keeping something under that hat aren’t you?  I saw you put it over something when I came in.

No, not really.

Ha!  Got it!


Huh?  So what were you doing with that hat?

I told you.

No you didn’t.

You didn’t hear me.

You didn’t say anything

I did.  I told you I had lunch with Ellie.

Yeah, and you told me that Will was going to retire,

We went to have our mammograms together,   then treated ourselves out.


                                And what?

The mammogram.  Is that what you’re keeping under your hat?

                                  I don’t think I know what you mean.

Are we….are we ok?

Yes.  We are ok.   I told you.  I’m not doing anything with that hat.

I’m sorry.  I was afraid.

So was I.  I didn’t want you to worry.  It wasn’t like last time.

Of course I worry.  Please, don’t keep things like this under your hat.

                            I told you, I didn’t do anything with that hat.   Except now I want to put it on and                                                            work in the garden with you   .  Coming?

Yes.   I’m coming.


About Pastor Betsy Williams

I am a mom. And a wife. And a Friend. And a homeowner. And a dog ...uh....owner? Actually make that two dogs. Two kids. One husband. I'm an ELCA Lutheran pastor of a beautiful downtown church. I am the third senior pastor in a century, so my 10-12 years here may feel like an interim to some of the folks here. Recently I have had no spare time. In my spare time in the future, my imagination inhabits a novel I am writing, The Funeral Preacher. My primary blog is a personal reflection on the Revised Common Lectionary...mostly: "Not All Who Wander are Lost." A few years ago I was on a team of writers who produced a little book for Augsburg Fortress in the Washed and Welcome series called "Living the Promises." It's 101 ideas for helping parents and godparents nurture their children in the faith of their baptism. I am developing another blog, more about worship at St. Paul's Lutheran Church, Newark, Ohio and including a summary of the past week's preaching. Otherwise, I imagine myself to be a musician, liturgical artist, cook in a five star restaurant where the patrons keep ordering chicken nuggets, but never a bottle washer. I know how to delegate and share.
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