conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

bread for the journey

Friends are coming into town for the conference at Seabury this week. Nutjob+ arrived yesterday jetlagged and spent from schlepping all that pineapple over several thousand miles. I am glad that he's here. And I am glad he brought pineapple with him. Q+ arrives this afternoon sometime. Her room is ready. And the cats are awaiting their opportunity to tourture her. It's an arrangement that they have. Rev Ref+ and Calamity Jane+ are due in as well. Sadly, they are staying in some hotel and not here at Chateau Ouilmette.

Bread for the Journey, features Diana Butler Bass as the keynote and featured speaker. She's supposed to be great. I still need to get her most recent book and glean from it what I can. I assume I'll be able to get a copy at the conferene. We'll see.

At some point this week I'll download some photos from the retreat. Green Lake is lovely. The place where we stayed is great. And some of us actually got in a few holes of golf in the sleeting weather. Insane? Certainly. Fun? Absolutely.

Trish played hooky yesterday. That was perhaps the best thing to happen in a long while. We lingered in bed for a bit and then went to a local diner for good eats. Some of the day was spent cleaning up the Chateau for our guests. Our schedule has not exactly left much room for chores. I hope to not have to scrub the refrigerator again any time soon. Urgh.