Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Yesterday I cooked all afternoon for the new parents:  turkey meatloaf, lentil salad, coldslaw, brunswick stew with chicken and lasagna.  Today I get to hold the baby while his mother takes a nap and his father runs around doing errands.  He's doing so great and passed his pediatrician's checkup with flying colors.  His parents are deeply in love with him.  He's adorable.  Last night I hosted our writing group, and it was bittersweet.  Only three more meetings left until summer break, and actually I think the time has come to end the group.  People are struggling to come, and act as if I'm the strict schoolmarm and they're delinquents.  Only two of us are working on something and regularly send in stuff.  I know the signs.  I had a study of religions group for ten years and the last few months only I was reading the information we'd chosen.  I'm thinking of suggesting a day group just once a month for checking in and keeping up with each other.  And maybe the one other person with a project and I could do something on our own.  I may float it by at the next meeting.  Things change.  A good thing can get stale or seem to slide down the priority list.  It happens.