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kayreYesterday: two lovely hours of driving back roads in Ohio before I got on the interstate to finish the drive.
A quick stop in the friendliest grocery ever. It was weird.
Basically everything that can go wrong in the college where we are staying and meeting has gone wrong. (Our key cards don't work in either the cafeteria or the parking garage. The beds in the dorms are all set above my waist height, for a group that leans heavily towards 60+. Incorrect instructions on how to do vital functions like unlocking our rooms.)
A lovely ice cream social where a nondairy option (Italian ice) was presented right along side the dairy stuff. No "go ask Betty in the kitchen." And coincidentally being in line behind another person who only wanted one scoop (pre-served two per bowl) so we got an empty bowl and shared.
The wonder of singing with hundreds of other people who can *sing* and do so enthusiasticly. The interesting split between those who stayed very intent on the printed music; those who were ready to put the music down and clap and dance and improvise; and the brave folk bravely trying to do so.
A quick stop in the friendliest grocery ever. It was weird.
Basically everything that can go wrong in the college where we are staying and meeting has gone wrong. (Our key cards don't work in either the cafeteria or the parking garage. The beds in the dorms are all set above my waist height, for a group that leans heavily towards 60+. Incorrect instructions on how to do vital functions like unlocking our rooms.)
A lovely ice cream social where a nondairy option (Italian ice) was presented right along side the dairy stuff. No "go ask Betty in the kitchen." And coincidentally being in line behind another person who only wanted one scoop (pre-served two per bowl) so we got an empty bowl and shared.
The wonder of singing with hundreds of other people who can *sing* and do so enthusiasticly. The interesting split between those who stayed very intent on the printed music; those who were ready to put the music down and clap and dance and improvise; and the brave folk bravely trying to do so.
