  Fr. M. just left. He did almost all the talking about personal details and some parish information, including a big hush-hush secret that totally makes my offer to him redundant.
He was polite enough to not say no, but said he would go away and think and pray about it. He said that I sell myself very well; he kept flipping through the pages and re-reading them when he was here. The food seemed to be a hit; apparently he's a cheese-aholic. Glad that I picked some up as an afterthought. He asked how I was doing "emotionally" and I told him about talking to Fr. D. (perhaps I shouldn't have?
He might have wondered why I didn't go to him instead... oh well. ) I also mentioned about my school decisions, and he seemed somewhat disappointed. Well, he didn't "seem" disappointed; he said he was disappointed. Gee, thanks for the support ;-) I just got back from walking him back to his car (he's the type who could easily get lost) and he gave me a lift back up the parking garage ramp so I could listen to Jesus Christ Superstar. Go Judas. More to come... 
