1. A sigh of relief fell upon my household - my two speeches/meetings for our local homeschool group are over and were well received. We gained three new members and lots of positive feedback. This did reaffirm for me how much I enjoy preparing and giving these types of talks and I think this is the direction I would like to head for my years after homeschooling - although that is at least 10 years away for me.
2. Since my guys were away this weekend, I was looking for some ways to fill up the time. So I went to the craft store and came back with the stuff for Izzy to make this lovely wreath for the Feast of the Sacred Heart! I think it turned out nicely.
3. Pete is a chaperon for the parish youth trip to Franciscan University. They had a great time. The theme for this weekend is The Eighth Day!
I think it is quite a brave thing for Mr. Pete to go to these retreats. I understand that it requires one person to sleep on the floor and I KNOW I would not be able to move the next day. I know this because some mornings I can barely move from sleeping on the super stiff mattress Mr. Pete bought a few years back. The floor would probably do me in. But come to think of it, since Mr. Pete likes the mattress, he probably doesn't mind the floor to much. I do note that he took the air mattress this year so that's something. Next year I get to go for the very first time. Not quite sure how I feel about that, but I do know that it will be Izzy's first year and I want to be there with her.
4. My holy rollers.
5. At the same time, I shared with Mr. Pete that I have some doubts about the effectiveness of these retreats. I know quite a handful of the young men and women who have gone to these conferences all though high school and who are not exactly living chastely or avoiding scandal - my own kids included. And it's like they don't even know any any better - i.e. pregnant bride-to-be's posting belly shots of their naked pregnant abdomens on facebook and getting many likes from their friends - who also are supposed to be better. I dunno... they come back from the conferences good as gold, but that fades fast.
and now I have officially become an old fuddy duddy.
6. Still I want them to have this type of experience. I had it once when I attended the Eucharistic Congress in Philadelphia back in 1976. There was just something about a stadium full of people attending mass that just has an inspirational and exhilarating effect. I'll never forget that! That was also the year Legionnaire's disease was attacking the city- we almost weren't allowed to go!
7. Some Izzy Art