Happy Friday! It’s the weekend. I hope you get a chance to relax. You’ve earned it.
Is anybody else one thousand and one percent done with winter? Every time it snows a little part of my soul shrivels and dies. And then spring teases for a few days and warms up the temperatures and melts the snow and I become hopeful. But then she disappears and winter reminds us that it’s still his season and dumps another half foot of snow.
OVER IT. Give me spring, please.
It’s been a week. The missionaries drove to Wheeling on Saturday for a weekend confirmation retreat (keynoted by Paul J Kim, beatboxer and co-emcee of NCYC 2015. WHAT.), then we spent the next few days doing camp presentations at the area Catholic schools and putting on family nights at a few parishes. Five and a half busy days away from home is hard. But I’m back home, so life’s a little better.
- There’s nothing like giving up sugary drinks for Lent to make you realize how much some coffee just desperately needs sugar.
- Sometimes you just need a margarita. Even during that aforementioned Lent that you gave up sugary drinks. (It was on a Sunday; it’s okay.)
- Nothing makes my introverted heart happier than having my own room at a hotel or retreat center while I’m on the road.
- The word “café” means something entirely different in the northern panhandle of West Virginia. (It means a place with slot machines. The missionaries learned that after a few unsuccessful attempts to find a place to get coffee and do work.)
- The “no impulse buys” rule that I’ve imposed on myself during Lent doesn’t apply when I see a Catholic book that I must read.
- Little kids are the funniest and the realest and they don’t even know it.
- Losing a dog stinks. I never owned dogs growing up so I haven’t experienced it until now; our beloved camp dog passed away last week. It still stings a bit.
- Seeing new churches might be my favorite part of traveling around West Virginia.