Looks like we survived the synod. When I left the church yesterday afternoon everyone was still standing and many people were even smiling. So that’s quite extraordinary. I spent much of yesterday weeping because, in the completeness of my fatigue, I put my contact in my eye with the wrong solution–a sensation rather like setting the wretched thing on fire. It still hurts. And it looks Amazing–Anne of the Bright Red Eye.
Truly, I have nothing else to say. Even on a Sunday. Here are some pictures.
Dr. Lee Gatiss and Matt arguing about something very important. I don’t know what it was because I was taking fhe picture.
In this one, taken in my own living room, everyone was looking at the people talking. Except me. I, with my teeth, perversely peered at the phone taking the picture. The word that comes to mind is Troll.
But the lilacs. Oh man, the lilacs.
Being so busy, I missed taking a picture of the food or the people or anything. This is all that’s left of the week. I think I have one or two more guest posts in the hopper, so the coming days will probably be a gradual return to normal life. Surprisingly, I terribly missed writing every day, but I could not have done it–we had to be up and out the door so early every morning. I’m so grateful for Liz and Kit and Laura and Samantha for posting here. And am grateful for Good Shepherd, and all the people who came all the way here to be torrentially rained on for four days. So Thank You! To everyone!
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