Before too long, we were all settled outside, where you have the pleasure of feeling the cooling of the evening in New Orleans, the breeze and the occasional rumble of a streetcar passing on St. Charles Avenue. Ken arrived, and in short order, Bob and Liz as well. By the time Aaron had to go, Terri arrived to take his place. It's been a few weeks, so in bad journaling form, I can't really remember much of the conversation now. There was a lot on summer plans: writing projects and goals, Terri's summer course in Rome (with a few days in Florence), which my Modern Christian Thought student Kyleah was going to be a part of, some of the restructuring of Liz's order, the School Sisters of Notre Dame, and the vast globe-trotting summer schedule of Mari and Ilya, where she would be home for a bit in Budapest, as well as joining Ilya for conferences in New York City and Seoul, before they vacationed in southeast Asia. And then her return and moving up to Canada. So that was kind of epic, and we all marveled at what they were going to juggle and enjoy.
By the end of the evening, it was just Mari, Ilya and I saying good-night to one another. I was getting a bit melancholy to already be saying good-bye to Mari, who I had collaborated with the most, and gotten closest to among all my colleagues, and it was a pain to see this friendship coming to an end of its "comfortably in the same setting" stage. So saying good-bye was a sad moment for that, although exciting for all that was in front of her.