TAKE A LOOK AT TODAY’S DATE. SEE THE MATH FUN GOING ON THERE? THAT MUST MAKE TODAY SPECIAL 🤣
Okay friends, we’ve all survived another day and that is probably more miraculous than any of us care to admit. I found out yesterday that a high school friend’s long-time partner and husband passed over the weekend from cancer. I never had the privilege of meeting Paul’s husband. We all live too far apart and none of us are especially inclined to roaming. My heart and compassion go out to Paul as he mourns. For the rest of us, we are reminded that our time here is never as long as we want it to be. We should make the most of the days we have and tell those we love how we feel.
Except for the cats. Try telling a cat how much you love it and they’ll just look you in the face and wonder why you’ve not fed it in the past two minutes. Fat Guy is standing in the hallway now making noise at me because he wants to go outside. We do let him out on occasion, but if we’re not watching he’ll scoot over to the neighbor’s backyard where there are plenty of places to hide. The neighbors have a new puppy who likes to yap at everything, so I don’t think they’d be pleased by Fat Guy’s intrusion.
We mowed the lawn yesterday with almost zero fuss. I wanted to take advantage of the last unseasonably cool day before we go back to summer heat for the rest of the week. What I find funny is that once we started, three of our neighbors decided to do their lawns as well. As Kat continues gathering the things we need to let our yard go feral, I wonder if any of them will follow suit on that as well.
We grilled last night for the first time in a few years. It wasn’t inexpensive. The grill had been sitting over on the back side of the yard, tied down by weeds, slowly rusting away. I had to get pumice stones to get it clean and then replace the grilling utensils that seemed to have suddenly gone missing. I put the meat on while the coals were still too hot and it charred on one side, but not only was it still edible, Tipper came back for seconds! The meal was good, but it ultimately would have been cheaper to order out. At least we have everything if we want to try again.
Wanna hear something funny? According to a Vatican press release, the Pope has told priests to limit the length of their homilies to eight minutes. That’s it. Not ten. Not fifteen. Eight minutes. How many of us grew up listening to sermons that went on and on and on and on? In fact, depending on the denomination and the specific culture, there are still plenty of churches that start at 11:00 AM and don’t let out until after 2:00 PM because their pastors just don’t know when to sit down and shut the fuck up. Can you imagine a Southern Baptist preacher limiting his sermon to eight minutes? The congregation would wonder if he was ill! I’m finding the concept incredibly hilarious.
And there’s a bit of hope this morning. Fulfilling Lakota prophecies of better times, an extremely rare white buffalo has been born in Yellowstone. “The birth of this calf is both a blessing and warning. We must do more,” said Chief Arvol Looking Horse, the spiritual leader of the Lakota, Dakota, and the Nakota Oyate in South Dakota, and the 19th keeper of the sacred White Buffalo Calf Woman Pipe and Bundle. Last year’s severe winter saw the loss of some 1,500 bison in the park. This birth brings hope for restoration and rejuvenation which is much needed throughout the northern tribes.
I think Tipper’s wanting to go for a walk this morning, so we better get moving. Ya’ll try to behave or something. Believe in something you know exists: yourself.
Morning Update: 06/12/24
TAKE A LOOK AT TODAY’S DATE. SEE THE MATH FUN GOING ON THERE? THAT MUST MAKE TODAY SPECIAL 🤣
Okay friends, we’ve all survived another day and that is probably more miraculous than any of us care to admit. I found out yesterday that a high school friend’s long-time partner and husband passed over the weekend from cancer. I never had the privilege of meeting Paul’s husband. We all live too far apart and none of us are especially inclined to roaming. My heart and compassion go out to Paul as he mourns. For the rest of us, we are reminded that our time here is never as long as we want it to be. We should make the most of the days we have and tell those we love how we feel.
Except for the cats. Try telling a cat how much you love it and they’ll just look you in the face and wonder why you’ve not fed it in the past two minutes. Fat Guy is standing in the hallway now making noise at me because he wants to go outside. We do let him out on occasion, but if we’re not watching he’ll scoot over to the neighbor’s backyard where there are plenty of places to hide. The neighbors have a new puppy who likes to yap at everything, so I don’t think they’d be pleased by Fat Guy’s intrusion.
We mowed the lawn yesterday with almost zero fuss. I wanted to take advantage of the last unseasonably cool day before we go back to summer heat for the rest of the week. What I find funny is that once we started, three of our neighbors decided to do their lawns as well. As Kat continues gathering the things we need to let our yard go feral, I wonder if any of them will follow suit on that as well.
We grilled last night for the first time in a few years. It wasn’t inexpensive. The grill had been sitting over on the back side of the yard, tied down by weeds, slowly rusting away. I had to get pumice stones to get it clean and then replace the grilling utensils that seemed to have suddenly gone missing. I put the meat on while the coals were still too hot and it charred on one side, but not only was it still edible, Tipper came back for seconds! The meal was good, but it ultimately would have been cheaper to order out. At least we have everything if we want to try again.
Wanna hear something funny? According to a Vatican press release, the Pope has told priests to limit the length of their homilies to eight minutes. That’s it. Not ten. Not fifteen. Eight minutes. How many of us grew up listening to sermons that went on and on and on and on? In fact, depending on the denomination and the specific culture, there are still plenty of churches that start at 11:00 AM and don’t let out until after 2:00 PM because their pastors just don’t know when to sit down and shut the fuck up. Can you imagine a Southern Baptist preacher limiting his sermon to eight minutes? The congregation would wonder if he was ill! I’m finding the concept incredibly hilarious.
And there’s a bit of hope this morning. Fulfilling Lakota prophecies of better times, an extremely rare white buffalo has been born in Yellowstone. “The birth of this calf is both a blessing and warning. We must do more,” said Chief Arvol Looking Horse, the spiritual leader of the Lakota, Dakota, and the Nakota Oyate in South Dakota, and the 19th keeper of the sacred White Buffalo Calf Woman Pipe and Bundle. Last year’s severe winter saw the loss of some 1,500 bison in the park. This birth brings hope for restoration and rejuvenation which is much needed throughout the northern tribes.
I think Tipper’s wanting to go for a walk this morning, so we better get moving. Ya’ll try to behave or something. Believe in something you know exists: yourself.
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