The God Was laughed every Friday night at an earthling it watched with much delight.  Novella was the earthling’s name.  Living life to its fullest was her game.  Novella worked diligently every day, but on Friday nights, she went out to play.  She drank very little; she just wanted to dance.  But after one drink she spun around as though in a trance.  Now and then she would stop and make several dips, wave her hands in the air and shake her hips.  People turned around in order to see, because Novella’s dancing filled them with glee. Novella got tired when it was close to 10.  She’d then bid goodnight with an ear-to-ear grin, grab her bag, go home and feed her cat, dress for bed, drink some water and exclaim, “Well, that’s that!”  

Early Saturday morning Novella would rise, cook and then deliver her soups, stews and pies.  She gave to the needy as much as she could.  The God Was made note that Novella was good.

On Sundays Novella taught Sunday school, reminding children and adults of the golden rule.  During church, her singing was extremely loud.  Of her voice, unfortunately, Novella was proud.  Church members frowned and looked her way, but Novella was oblivious to what they wanted to say.

After church she went home. She heated her food and fixed her plate.  Novella lived alone; she had no mate.  She bowed her head and said a prayer, blessing everything she thought of that could breathe air.  It took so long for her prayer to unfold, that by the time she had finished, her food was cold.  Her prayer always ended with an enunciated “Amen” and a declaration that “another work-week will soon begin.”

After eating Novella put her dishes in the sink and sat down to relax and try to think. She fell asleep, woke up, opened her newspaper and read. She wanted to keep abreast of what world leaders said.  After this, she watched television to get local news or watched those programs with people’s views.  By 9 p.m. Novella had taken a shower, said her prayers and gone to bed.  She snored.  Her day was over. There was nothing more to be said.

*”Just Living” – the title of a sermon at a friend’s church.”

Peggy Tarr

Peggy Tarr has been a columnist for the Evanston RoundTable since its founding in 1998. Born in Bruce Springsteen's hometown of Freehold, New Jersey, she graduated from Rutgers University with a degree...