home turfOr, still blowing off Morning Prayer after all these years.
I negotiated with the felines for some time off last week to take in some continuing ed back in the land of lovable losing baseball. It was wonderful to be back in the home place, with rainy weather, wind off the lake, good friends, assorted Episcopal bloggers whose URLs I can't think of off the top of my head (Hoosier Musings, Reverend Ref, Family Letter, AngloBaptist, Nueva Cantora--am I missing anyone?) My parents wined and dined me on Friday night with Italian food, culminatng in a chocolate lava cake and pumpkin gelato. . .Another alum and I hit an old standby, Lulu's, for pan-Asian yumminess (I used to order in from Lulu's on Sunday evenings--X-files and sesame noodles go really, really well together.)
The whole point of this operation (wait, it's not about the food?)was to hear the reflections of Diana Butler Bass in two keynote addresses. Did you know there IS hope for mainline churches? Will digest more later; I'm still thinking about it all.
Sunday morning was about Stewardship and Sunday afternoon was about celebrating a fellow knitter's birthday with more good food. So this morning it's time for the unglamorous world of laundry and reasserting my authority with the cats. Yeah, that last part is just a fantasy.