Imbolc Waning Bridgit Moon Blue Cloud Abbey
Since I plan to spend most of my time writing, I brought one of my split keyboards which make typing much easier for me. Only thing. It had an old fashioned pin style plug-in. I have a USB exclusive laptop along. Sigh.
Got on the web and discovered a Radio Shack in Milbank, only 13 miles back toward Minnesota. They were redesigning the store tonight, so, though they would have been closed otherwise, tonight they were there. After supper, I drove to Milbank, had a nice chat with the clerks and the owner, who offered me a beer, bought a new keyboard–they couldn’t find the adapters due to remodeling–and schlepped back to the Abbey.
When I pulled up in the Abbey parking lot, I opened the truck door and the bells started clanging. 7:30, time for Vigils. Scared the B…well you know, out of me.
So here I am, typing on my new keyboard, ready to get up tomorrow and start writing more pages of Missing. The Abbey is a peaceful place, set high atop a prominent hill in an otherwise flat topography. As a result, you can see for miles. At night Milbank twinkles off to the east and farm houses dotted across the prairie are outposts of electricity, television, the modern world.
What would Per think?
The meal was in silence tonight and Brother Bennet read while the rest of us ate. Another Minnesotan is here, a woman, and me. The monks were all in black robes and cowl tonight. I don’t know what signifies, but I’ll ask tomorrow.
The drive out here is a long one, over 4 hours, and I’m tired. Early bedtime tonight.