I’m always whining how I want quiet: well! My first night there I was totally alone. Not only was I the only retreatant; there wasn’t even a caretaker on-site. My room was located in a wing of former monks’ cells and once the sun set, the hallway looked and felt exactly like a set from the Jack-Nicholson-goes-mad movie The Shining. Since the bathroom was down the hall, this made night-time quite exciting.
In an attempt, to partial avail, to escape the construction noise at my apartment, I took off last week for the Central Coast. In Santa Maria I visited with my dear friends Tensie and Dennis and made an abortive attempt to purchase a cemetery plot in the adjacent hamlet of Guadalupe (that it was MLK […]