Very early Saturday morning, I Twittered that I was far too exhausted to post a blog entry, but that I'd do my damnedest to do so that evening. At the time, I was sitting with my laptop in (where else?) my lap, in a hallway on the first floor of the First Unitarian Universalist Church of Cleveland. That predawn in Shaker Heights found me "night angeling" at Jurasicon, the spring youth conference for the Ohio-Meadville District. Susie was there, part of the two carloads of us who came from Columbus. (A night angel is an adult and/or youth who walks through the church to make sure everyone is okay. Early Saturday morning it's an easy job, because all the kids are easy to find. At that hour they're all flying off the walls.)
You've probably figured out by now that blog entry never materialized. This was not--repeat, not--due to a lack of material to cover. Quite the opposite is true. On Friday, I turned 48, and being in Shaker Heights as a sponsor at a UU youth conference was the perfect way to celebrate. Susie has made a 180-degree turn from the barely social shrinking violet she was at the first conference she attended, last year in Pittsburgh. She gravitated straight toward the friends she met at previous conferences, and her feet barely touched the floor all weekend.