Confessions of a Liberal Puritan

That's what a girl whispered (I presume to me, since she and her male companion were walking away from the large group of young-looking nun-type persons that I was headed towards, and I had seen no nuns behind me) when I was on the homeward stretch of my walk around Radnor Lake this afternoon.

I laughed, quietly, assuming it was meant as a joke, but then as I continued on my way, I wondered:

Was there something in my appearance or manner that suggested to this young woman that I would need to be especially careful around women of the cloth?

Are a bunch of nuns (or possibly nuns-in-training, since some of them were wearing traditional-looking head-dresses, and some merely had their hair in pony-tails) in flowing black or white habits and what looked like work-smocks, strolling through the woods and across the dam on a sunny, warm Wednesday in Holy Week inherently dangerous in some way that I was unaware of?

Anyway, they were very nice when I met some stragglers walking in pairs further up the trail and exchanged a few words with them, and they just seemed to be enjoying a glorious day for walking and admiring the beauty all around them.

(btw, sorry it took me so long to reply to comments on my previous LJ post, but LJ went wonky all of a sudden early yesterday morning and only let me respond to one comment before shutting me out and telling me my LJ was read-only for a while.)