Old or young?

It's been a wild week, and it's not over yet. Today is the only day this week that I will be in Macon. I left Sunday after church to drive to Chattanooga, helped my mom prepare "reception" food and then drove Monday morning to Johnson City, TN for my sister's senior art show/reception. Megan is finally graduating from her second degree! She is getting her BFA in Photography and will graduate in May. All seniors in the arts have to display their senior projects for a week, starting with an opening reception. We prepared lots of fancy food for all those starving artists/college students. Here's a picture (from my phone) of the three sisters in Megan's gallery.

Megan, Maddie and Carmen at Megan's Show

She did her project on Reeltown, the town in Alabama where my dad is from. She spent the summer in Reeltown taking photographs and preparing for this project. She did such a great job depicting life in rural Alabama. Congratulations to Megan!

On another note, I leave tomorrow for a retreat for (one) of my jobs. This retreat is sponsored by the Chamber of Commerce and will consist of local leaders dissecting the community's problems and what we as a community can do to fix them. Fun times. At least it's going to be at a really cool state park AND we are having a volleyball tournament (guess who's one of the captains!) I haven't played in years, but something tells me that I will be heads and shoulders above the rest of the group (mostly because of my age!) I love going on retreats like these because I'm the "baby". It's strange how it certain situations I feel old (like going to art shows at a local university, see above paragraph) and in certain situations I feel young (like playing volleyball with middle aged politicians!) Anybody else feel this tug?