Comfort food: an interesting plate of tzaziki, feta, and hummus (all excellent) and something that purports to be tabouli but actually looks and tastes like quinoa. I am well acquainted with authentic tabouli, having made it many times in my life and can't imagine that in this hotbed of cuisine they could not find bulgur wheat. Nonetheless, I am content.
I was up at 4:am to catch my flight from Newark but caught up with a couple of hours sleep on the plane. The man and his 12 year old son sitting next to me on their way home asked where I was going and when I said Sisters, they fell into raptures about how beautiful and fabulous it is. The man said he had friends (or relatives, I can't remember which) arriving on Monday from Texas to go take classes.
Instead of shipping my supplies (teaching 3 diff surface design classes) I packed them into a suitcase and half of another one. Then I freaked out when I read a TSA warning about no paints or other flammables in a suitcase: I just hope they realize that my water-based textile paints are harmless. I will not be happy if I arrive in Redmond to find they have emptied my bag:-(. Well, too late to worry about it now.
Signing off for the moment. Will be back at some point.