Getting Back Into The Old Grind Is A Grind Itself -- Especially When Your Job Is Jack Of All Trades.

John Hughes movies

They are brilliant at any hour.

I call this place #MyBlueHeaven. It’s the place where I felt most in touch with #God. The nuns sang for dinner (literally) and there was a ski lodge up the road. Oh, and the “convenience” stores were convenient for getting your liquor via chocolate candies. (FTR, I preferred the Lake Como area.)

Was it always this complicated?

... [o]r am I only just now noticing?

A mix to start and end your weekend!

When there ...

Then there is no one living at home with you on a Saturday morning, you haven’t met your new neighbors, your cat is away and you haven’t met your future bride, what do you do? It’s sort of a rhetorical question but also not.

For me, I start wondering things. I guess first on my mind is what I want for breakfast. I’d love to have some cinnamon rolls like some temptress posted on here minutes ago, but, alas, I can’t eat sticky buns and have no eggs in the house. (I keep reasoning that I won’t cook breakfast, so I shouldn’t need to buy any, and yet I keep waking up wondering why the h-e-double-hockey-sticks I didn’t buy eggs the previous day!)

Mary the Dawn, Christ the Perfect Day; Mary the Gate, Christ the Heav’nly Way! Mary the Root, Christ the Mystic Vine; Mary the Grape, Christ the Sacred Wine! Mary the Wheat-sheaf, Christ the Living Bread; Mary the Rose-Tree, Christ the Rose Blood-red! Mary the Font, Christ the Cleansing Flood; Mary the Chalice, Christ the Saving Blood! Mary the Temple, Christ the Temple’s Lord; Mary the Shrine, Christ the God adored! Mary the Beacon, Christ the Haven’s Rest; Mary the Mirror, Christ the Vision Blest! Mary the Mother, Christ the Mother’s Son. Both ever blest while endless ages run.

“Mary the Dawn” by Father Justin Mulcahy C.F.

Art: Detail, Peter Paul Rubens and Jan Brueghel the Elder,  Madonna and Child Encircled by a Garland of Flowers

Cupid’s arrow

I’m missing my grandfather this morning, so I’m watching “Sanford and Son.” That show and “The Jeffersons” (and any old western) were his favorite shows.

The card is in the mail. God bless our postal workers!

she lost him but she found himself and somehow that was everything. (insp.)

Pray for the virus victims. Let us pray that we will be back together again in time for summer!

 The Arrival at Calvary José de Echenagusía -1884

I miss writing

I enjoyed sending cards to you. I don’t really know where to find you except on certain dates. I dream about you knocking on my window and I come outside and kiss you on the porch. We can kiss in the rain if you want to like in that movie, but I prefer to stay dry when possible. (But wait at least a week; I might still be contagious. :(