Moving to Raft Island

A Tuning the Air Journal

Friday October 23, 2009 – Moving to Raft Island

Up as usual. Sitting as usual, Greg there as well as Howard and Eduardo. 8am lesson as usual. End of anything usual.

Morning busy-ness preparing to depart to the OCGII Prep Retreat. A call from a participant in SF; down with the flu, and participation unlikely. Email from another in the Midwest; back thrown out, and participation in question. I’m picking 2 people up at the airport. Call from one, whose flight was delayed and rescheduled and would now arrive later. The “flight status” page on the website for the airline of the other arrival is out of commission. One of those days.

Ultimately sorted the flights out. MS was put through the ringer getting through immigration. 90 minutes of harassment. Ridiculous. But she’s here and that is all that matters. Back to my place where she met Melvin, who was rather miffed about his impending abandonment, but still managed to be charming. Packed my car, grabbed some lunch at the local pub – the final carne before the course – and hit the road, picking up the late arrival at SeaTac and continuing on to Raft Island. All went without a hitch, except for the inexplicable traffic and the periodic downpours. Preparation of the facility went like a well-oiled machine. Tony the chief cook for supper. I popped in to help from time to time, but focused on some course-related business for the most part. The chapel transformed into a ballroom with neither muss nor fuss.

Wi-fi available in the staff cabin. Bonus! Frank, Tony and me, with Fernie arriving tomorrow. The adjacent room will be for Sandra and Jaxie, who arrive tomorrow. Party central.

The primary course-related business of the day related to an email that came to me and Jaxie this morning: “after yesterday evening's performance, and waking this morning, i have the sense of The OCG performing at TTA next thursday, subject to your views.”

Well, duh.