Cthulhu and All Souls

I spent Halloween week reading H.P. Lovecraft in order to write a poem. A humorous (I hope) How-To poem assigned to the poetry class I'm in. We got to pick our own topics, and I thought this would be fun, and it was, a hoot, but required a surprising amount of research and thought. It's called "How To Survive With Your Sanity Intact Inside an H. P. Lovecraft Story." I'll email whoever would like a copy.  Oddly, I did not have arcane or eldritch dreams all week!

I think we may have found a church here! I won't say "home church" because CVP still bears that title, and because this is a relaxed little congregation that doesn't actually have memberships. You just show up. Some of the folks have been just showing up for twenty years, though. It started as a home church in Evan Wilson's home, and he is still the pastor. The Wilson clan pastor and/or have planted acres of churches in the Moscow/Pullman area, especially the patriarch, Jim. Evan's brother Doug Wilson is the most well-known of the tribe and leads a large congregation, Christchurch, which we visited but didn't feel was a good fit.

All Souls Christian Church (nondenominational) meets in an ancient slightly-heated church building downtown. We have only visited once, so I may be jumping the gun. But I don't think so.

 Oh, and that stuff on the ground? We had some today. Didn't stick, though.

 Monday, we can register for spring term classes. Wow. A new set of subjects and instructors. I'm not used to these big regular shifts in my world any more; I'm that old.  Ah, well. I shall spend a proper part of the weekend wrangling my schedule.

My new job has not actually started yet; likely next Tuesday and/or Thursday bright and early I will serve a long line of bagel-frenzied students, though. I am preparing for this new responsibility by drooling into my pillow long into the mornings when I don't have class.