conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

motherly visits

The coffee is brewing. My mother is still asleep. Trish is not to be disturbed for another 25 minutes. It's been nice to have my mother in town for the last couple of days. She is on her way to Salt Lake City to see my brother. I wish I had thought about this earlier, but it would have been great to go with her.

My mother, like many, is a great cook. Then again, so is my father. The two of them have encouraged my brother and me to become good cooks. So, last night mom and I cooked together. Dinner included some prawns, clam steamers, a really good smoaked salmon spread on toasted french baguette (olive topenade and bruchetta were available as well). We had a little cheese plate with brie and mushrooms. It was a good meal. I think mom and I spent about five hours hunting around the suburbs for various gifts for people. She has a wedding to go to back in Virginia. And she wanted to get one or two small things for me and my brother. "House warming gifts" she said "are a mother's perogative." I was not to dissuade her. I'll just shut-up and be grateful. My mother is here.

Thus, the upstairs is reorganized. The back porch is reorganized.

This morning I have a meeting with Larry from Reconciler at 8:30. Then I'll swing on back home and hang with my mother until it is time to take her to the airport. This evening and tomorrow will be sermon prep time. I also have a column to write for the church newsletter. It is not geat thing. The sermon should be fun to whittle down. I have been thinking about catering and Babette's Feast. We'll see if that ends up in my sermon after I read some Bonhoeffer and John Calvin.

Posted by tripp at July 28, 2006 06:03 AM