Just got back from a lovely clergy retreat. And I was going to tell you all about it.
I wanted to tell you about driving through rain and farm country, through snow and mountains and through sun and desert, and two hours later arriving at the right spot. Nothing in my midwestern upbringing prepared me for all this...geography.
And I was going to reminisce about how the retreat was at a resort I'd only been to once before, when I was about 6 weeks pregnant. The halls do not smell nearly as strongly of just-about-everything as I remembered.
And I was going to tell you that if you stop by the side of the road in three inches of falling snow on top of Mt Hood to ask the trucker with Ontario plates if you really need to put chains on your tires, as the signs say, he will look at you like you are crazy. And then he will say no.
And then I was going to tell you of the joy of good conversation, yummy food, sleeping late, soaking in water and walking in the wind. And I was going to ask you to rejoice with me that I have met a colleague who is sort of My Age-ish! And she is very cool!
And I was going to rhapsodize some more about the desert - how the beauty of it is both forboding, and also makes you want to sink into it. And about how wild horses running can still activate my fiery inner 11 year old, especially wild baby horses running.
I was going to say all this. But J has found a way to get BSG, season 4 online. So I guess I will be otherwise occupied for the forseeable future. Must...go....get...my....brains....sucked...out....
See why it's good that we dont have real TV?