Laundry

Every Thursday morning I rule over the laundry room with an iron whisk - although I suspect it is some other, less firm, metal, since even whipping starch into water sometimes feels as though I'm asking too much of it.


It's a peaceful place, the laundry room, full of nothing more challenging than keeping track of which cloths and aprons belong on which side of the lake. A handy Sharpie and masking tape help me with that task. I fold rags, starch aprons, and wrestle rugs in and out of machines.

The second Ladies' retreat went well. It finally stopped raining and everyone was able to enjoy wandering through the woods on Saturday and Sunday. I worked in the Trading Post most of the time. As a result, I witnessed closely the single-minded shopping rampage that flooded through the Trading Post. Ladies shop intensely when they are here. It will be interesting to see the difference in a couple of weekends when we will be having Men's retreats.

Today I found more mail from Jesus - another anonymous gift and a check with a pledge for support. This pledge brings me up to 35% of my monthly support. I am so thankful.

The sad part about being here this weekend was that I missed my mother's birthday. It sounds like they managed to have a wonderful time without me, as unbelievable as that is ;) Happy birthday, Mum!