This was definitely not on my list of potential New Year’s resolutions: “Have breakfast with a young man from Zambia.”
And yet, praise the Lord, I can already cross it off – done and done!
This was definitely not on my list of potential New Year’s resolutions: “Have breakfast with a young man from Zambia.”
And yet, praise the Lord, I can already cross it off – done and done!
My smart-phone provided a saving grace in the pre-dawn gloom on this, the last day of 2021.
Ever notice?
The dust-bunnies began quivering in fear around our place yesterday: Out came the vac…and the mop…and even a scrub-brush or two…as preparations began in earnest for us to welcome guests this week and next.
It’s tough to get lost in Kansas (although I suppose, after yesterday’s game, the Mizzou men’s basketball team might disagree.)
They got an eyeful the other day, my grandsons did…when they came across Donald Judd’s “Untitled” in Gallery 253 of the St. Louis Art Museum.
A new holiday tradition may be taking shape at our house, fashioned from the remains of the feast.
The maple trees in our yard put on quite a show this season – offering a late-arriving, but ultimately spectacular array of yellow, orange and red hues to delight our eyes in the autumn sunshine.
Alas, all good things must come to an end. And so I spent most of Saturday removing the leafy remains from the turf. Continue reading
There was an interesting “counter-flow” evident on the approaches to Chaifetz Arena, just ahead of the Billikens game last night.
“Sainthood is the call of all,” Father Brandon said in his homily.
Then he went on to tell a humorous story from his childhood – when his mother, frustrated at his youthful inaction in preparing to head off to school, cajoled him: “You can be a saint. It’s too late for me. But you, someday, can be a saint!”