Better than the IceCapades
Or Holiday on Ice, Cirque du Soleil, the Blue Man Group or any Broadway Musical.
After almost thirty years of marriage, I have accepted that there are some things that I will have to do without my spouse. And that's OK. Having witnessed my father, tethered to a seat during a theater in the round performance of The Roar of the Greasepaint…, looking like his head was about to fly off and circle the Melody Top Theater like an escaped balloon, I know that love has some limits.

I was surprised, then, that Rick acquiesced so easily to attending Saturday evening's dinner at the Institute on Religious Life National Meeting. There have been a few years that I have schlepped some of the kids to the youth events, but I had never been to the big grown-up dinner. This invitation was too good to refuse. And the speaker was going to be Fr. Brian Kolodiejchuk of Come Be My Light fame. Maybe it was a matter of get dressed up and hear a talk versus a free dinner with good company. Anyway, he said he'd be my date. (Dressing up wasn't all that bad, since I've managed to loose his best shirt between the cleaners and home, necessitating a polo shirt under good sweater. As a friend said, "Don't worry, a lot of people will be in robes.")

We had hoped to run into an old school friend of Embot's who is now a Little Brother of St. Francis, but he was back in Boston preparing for his Final Profession. That was my only disappointment.
Otherwise, it was such a cool evening. I love to see the nuns. A Missionary of Charity said "hi" to me. Isn't that neat?