Another tricky conversation came up yesterday, as my friend and I were trying to figure out how we're getting to the retreat this weekend, and we agreed on one plan that had some holes in it. When I described what we were going to do to my husband last night in bed, he offered to take us and pick us up. That seemed the most sensible. My friend is recovering from a major illness and is not released to drive on freeways, and I cannot drive at night. Can you believe it? We attempted to get a hotel room near the retreat for both nights, but couldn't get the first night booked. Yes, it's been a comedy of errors.
I was nervous calling this morning, but my friend must have been having second thoughts herself, because she readily agreed to my husband taking and picking us up, not doing dinners together either night, and instead having lunch on Monday to discuss the experience of the retreat (her first). So it all worked out with no offense being taken and no feathers to be smoothed over. I feel a bit bad, as I suggested this retreat, and then the organizers changed the venue from a couple hours away where there are tons of motels, to this place, with one, and it began to get more and more complicated.
That must mean I don't control the universe, or retreats or even events in my own life. Yee gads! What a shocker!
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