Clergy woman arrival pre-rocks small town

I can't "rock" the town as I'm not there yet so I will pre-rock it as of now. Tonight I'm still in Austin with a bevy of furniture and boxes strewn about. Figuring that God has something to do with moving me from Central City to Smalltown, but in the midst of such lofty thoughts, I still need to clean the Venetian blinds and vacuum the rug before I move out of my apartment. I'm in the process of saying goodbye to so many and so much in Central City, from friends to the olde worlde hotels downtown. When the waitress at the Historic Hotel heard it was my Central City swan song, she let me have my two glasses of lemonade free. "Keep This City Weird", says many a bumper sticker, but that wasn't weird, just plain friendly. Goodbye 25-year-old Central City Comedy Show, goodbye Metro Lake, goodbye government building complete with beer-bellied, big-belt-buckled legislators. I will continue to read the Central City Centenary online especially columns by the local city curmudgeon. But I am looking forward to being a clergywoman in Smalltown. Onward and downward. In size anyway.