Tennis. Ate too much at dinner. PuttPutt golf instead of Beach. Qoute of the day: Prayer to Saint Anthony, patron of lost items: “Tony, Tony come quick, something is lost, and must be found.”
..okay that’s not it since it rhymed.
Nothing special:
Lunch with a retired principal brought out many questions that I need to spend the time answering.
Tennis with Mom. Spa with Mom. Fought with Jenn Homola on the phone. Talked to Sweetpea 45 min. No memorable quotes. Lou was out of it. Christmas cards still proving Lou’s maxim: “Nothing is simple.”
Nothing too interesting:
Tennis. Shopping. Momtime as precious as anything I can think of. Tetris. Tea. Christmas cards.
Christmas cards are a pain. I’m learning how out of touch with all the people who I love, who have been there for me, who have helped me grow. I don’t even know their address. I am VERY happy that I am seeking ‘em though.
Quote of the day: “I can see that.” Christine about me being spoiled…. only she didn’t mean it the way I took it. It took me three tries to understand that she was being nice, saying that I’m worthy.
Shopping is an interesting endevour these days. It’s still new to have control over my money.
Rams are beating the Eagles’ second string.
Haircut tomorrow: standing room only tickets are still available.
New Years Resolution anyone?
“I’d rather be lucky than good.” -Lou
In the Mass homily: A man asked an Amish if he were Christian. The response was a list of people close to him: “ask them.”
Quote of the Rome trip may be dad saying, “Isn’t it neat how good you feel after Mass.”
Tennis, beach, nap, leftover turkey: Life is good. I did fail at an attempt to get some Christmas presents. Malls suck.
Peace!
What does the Incarnation mean to you? That’s the question on the mind this Advent and Christmas season. I found my answer at dinner tonight with Mom and Lou.
Rome did a number on my intellect. There I stood face to face with unimaginable history. “Peter must have seen something.” I said to Hans. Hung upside down was this leader of an illogical worldview at contrast with the world. Nonsense, all of it.
I asked myself at dinner: What would it have been like to be there with Jesus and Peter? or with Peter in Rome? Would I have had the courage to follow? or better still, what does it mean to follow now?