Yesterday, we loaded up the car, as we almost always do on the Saturday before Thanksgiving. But this year, instead of driving 12 hours back to Florida, we drove an eighth of a mile back to our Lutheridge house. We unloaded the car, and today, we need to make some decisions about all the leftovers that came home with us.
After lunch, I went to do some shopping--both of our households needed restocking. And then we relaxed. I confess that I did go to bed extra early, like 7 p.m. early.
Today is my last full day here at the house in the mountains of North Carolina. Tomorrow I drive back to seminary, and get settled in for the last 3 weeks of seminary. Last night I dreamed that it was my turn to deliver my sermon in my Foundations of Preaching class, and I didn't have it with me--hello anxiety dream 101.
Let me collect a few more recollections, while I still remember them.
--Today will be my 3rd Sunday in a row at my North Carolina church in person. What a joy that has been. Will it be strange to go back to streaming services?
--I sang with the church group that sings at the early service, with very little rehearsal time. The choir director church musician chooses pieces that we can sing as a group--no pesky parts. Last week was such a great experience that I'm going again today.
--I have spent much of the last half week sewing scraps together. My final project for class evolved into something different than what I thought it would be. I wasn't sure I would have the time to do what I did. Hurrah! I'll write more about that in the weeks to come.
--I didn't get much done on my big quilt project. The lighting was just too bad. But it was good to make so much progress on my scrappy project:
--On Monday, we went on a quest for a piece of wood for our hearth. We had planned to buy a much bigger plank than we bought. My spouse thinks it will look more like shelves than a hearth. I am OK with that.
--We have had great conversation. But it always leaves me wanting more. Let me be grateful for the time that we did have.
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