Here's mine--
1. Spiritual direction this week included Mass on the feast day of St Louis. Mass for four including the priest. It felt like I was right there with Christ.
2. The closing on our old house is supposed to take place today. It was supposed to have happened Wednesday, but there was massive incompetence on the part of the lending institution. In my opinion.
3. I am being evaluated this year. I was shaking a bit about it, but I think it will be okay. I just have to do a lot of library events and newsletters and things.
4. The heat from the summer seems to have broken and I feel less like I live in the south.
5. Gertrude is too nice a name for my seventeen year old dishwasher. I have decided that she will henceforth be referred to as Poo. It is short for Whirlpool which is what she was when she was a new machine. As I rewashed all the bowls, I decided that Poo would do for a name for her.
6. It is funny the things one can get used to. There is stuff just sitting around the house. I don't know what to do with it. I just walk by it and pretend that it isn't there. I have gotten used to that.
7. Sometimes I wonder whether it is too close to superstition to pray with St. Anthony for lost items. The other day at work I really needed to find something and I had very carefully looked through everything and couldn't find it. I said, "Come on, St. Anthony, help me find this." And it walked right to it.
3 beautiful thought{s}:
Hi Mary,
Oh, I love to pray with and talk to the Saints. St. Anthony is a mother's best friend. St. Clare always helps me get our ancient, rusty, temperamental lawnmower started (she's the patron of televisions; I don't know the patron of lawnmowers, so one day, in a bout of total frustration, I asked for her help with the darn thing).
I think it's superstition if you believe that they are performing some sort of "magic" on our behalf. For me, it's more like asking a good friend for help. And, in whatever mystical way that they are able to be present in our hearts/minds/world, well, I don't understand it, but I am VERY grateful for it.
And, I am teaching my children not only to ask the Saints for their help, but to thank them for their help/prayers, too.
Have a great weekend... isn't this weather wonderful!
I'm gonna bring a dish drainer when I come to visit you next weekend. We'll put it next to the sink, right where Poo can see it, and stack lots of sparkling clean dishes in it. And we'll totally ignore that lazy dishwasher of yours. That'll serve her right, won't it Marsidotes?!
Good thinking ABM! Oh Mary, I so remember that pain of a bad dish washer. That is the bright side of moving frequently. My bad memory dish washer is on the other side of the country now.
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