<$Sunday, June 11, 2006$>
Camper with a dufflebag coming thru!
| Ok freaky darlings...this is my last night in the little terra cotta cottage. It's been seven days on the dot and today I finally manged to sit down and turn out a decent 2300 word story. Ok, it's the beginning of a story. But the key point is that it didn't make blood run out of my ears to write it. So this is a very good thing. Before I came on retreat I prayed that God would grant me what I most needed from this retreat. What I didn't know than was I was about to embark on a 7 day roadtrip in grief and loss and sorrow and that my hostess has written a book on Eulogies and grief. Odd how that worked out isn't it? Anyway, I am bone tired. Tomorrow morning I will be getting in the car, waving "good bye" to the sacred Waffle House and wending my way home. Home to were there's no central air, I have to fight with the lawn sprinkler to get enough water to shower, and I get to go up two flights of stairs several times a day. I'm tired and disoriented and wobbly tonight darlings. But I can tell you that I didn't miss staircases, showers where the water cuts off mid-rinse, and wondering if the UPS man is brining me a new compressor. Good night darlings. Fresh sails on the Carribean in the morning. |
