My friend blogless Sharon has come to visit for a few days. She's been serving a congregation in Vermont and recently was called to one in Massachusetts. With two weeks off to be unaccounted for, she chose to spend a few days with us. And it's been lovely. Sharon is really the only person from seminary that I'm still in much touch with. It's nice to talk theology, to gossip a bit about former classmates, catch up on family; you know, those kinds of things. And besides, she's a quilter. While she's been in our company these three days, she's completed the binding (a task she finds odious) on this amazing quilt she made for her daughter. Without a pattern. Click to make it bigger. You won't be sorry!
I so appreciate the kind words and wishes vis-a-vis Bo. There's been no sighting of him, but the cat food we set out continues to get eaten. And a recently shredded bird was found in the back yard -- this has not happened before.
For someone who's chief occupation for six or so years has been sleeping on comfy chairs and quilts, he's not doing much of that right now. Perhaps he's decided to become an outdoorsy sort of guy. I keep telling myself that as long as we don't find him in the street, he's someplace doing what he wants to do.