Thursday morning I had time to have my hair cut and styled (something we mountain women just don't bother with on a regular basis, but I had come down to the urban plane and needed to spruce up a bit). I met a dear friend from Trinity Parish for an early lunch and catch-up on news; and then Sis and I drove down to MouseLand. The roadtrip through Los Angeles traffic left us feeling beat, so we had a light supper in the hotel room and a long, deep sleep.
Today, Melissa is over at the huge convention center, with about 50,000 other religious liberals, listening to some preaching-to-the-choir. I have sole occupancy of the nice big hotel room with sliding glass doors to a small balcony and view of the garden and pool area below.
I come along to these weekends to have some girl-time with my sis, and some quiet time on my own for writing and meditating. (Last year I spent a lot of the time here in working out what I felt about retirement and the move to our current new location in Boulder Creek. That was a very fruitful exercise, as all my readers now know.
This year, I am preparing to launch the writing of my life story with a sentimental journey home to the town where I grew up, Ann Arbor MI. I will spend a little time today looking at and sorting out travel data for that trip, planned for late May/early June of this year. And I am also going through the assignments in a workbook on autobiography, "Courage and Craft: Writing Your Life Into Story." I have been working on this for the past couple of months, and it's a very good warmup exercise, I'm finding.
Oops: it's lunchtime! Back later; I have a salad and a bit of bread left from last night's room-service supper – that'll do.