On Tuesday I got an invitation to become a contributor to the Beans Wordpress Theme project. A mentor and friend, Tonya Mork, is one of the project leads, asked if I'd be interested. In spite of the odd name, Beans is something that has been on my list of things to look into. The invitation gave me the excuse I needed to do it, and to put another notch in my website development belt at the same time.
When I got the invitation to join the project I thought there would be a large crew working on the project. It turns out there are only 5 other contributors, all of whom are people I have looked up to over the years as being some of the top programmers and software engineers in WordPress circles with reputations for insisting on the highest code quality standards on their projects. So, to me at least, it was a greater honor to be asked to join the project than I had originally thought.
On the home front, this week has been one of those occasional weeks when Brooke has been most of the week away from home. At the beginning of the week, she got an invitation to go to Albany for Governor Cuomo's first New York State prayer breakfast. Jim Wallis, the founder of Sojourners was the keynote address for the occasion. After the breakfast, she and a few others also had an invitation to lunch at the Governor's Mansion. The Governor himself skipped the prayer breakfast, but did address the smaller group at lunch, where he said he'd missed the breakfast because he'd spent all morning baking cookies for them.
On Thursday, she left again for a 4-day meeting (in Hamilton, NY) to interview United Methodist candidates for ordination. It's an annual thing.
So the kid and I, though we're proud of her and glad for her opportunities to do great things, had a lot of time to be just the 2 of us this week. We went out to dinner together a couple times. We also went grocery shopping together a couple times, and made dinner at home. Thursday night he played clarinet in the All-District triennial band concert at school. He did well, in spite of having a chipped mouthpiece on his clarinet. (We put off getting it fixed until after the concert, so he'd be able to play.)