The last of Midge-bites tonight. And by now it runs like clockwork. Granted, we were lucky for the eagle eyes of the vanguard who noticed I should have bought more charcoal. But apart from that, we fed the five thousand (midges, canines and humans), set up and took down in no time, and managed to pause at the half line for every verse of the Psalm.
Many thanks to those who worked so hard for each of these events: tent-erectors, cooks, musicians, candle-lighters, fire-tenders, caterers, drivers, walk leaders, conversationalists, and the one who learned to anticipate what I would forget/ not think of/ never get to on my own.
wonderful exchange 