Here’s hoping that my semi-scatological expletive wasn’t audible to the other reticent Romeos in the greeting card aisle yesterday.
I tried hard not to be jealous when a friend told me about his plans to spend this weekend skiing in Colorado. Then he sent a photo of the view he’s enjoying in Telluride.
I’m not exactly quick to embrace emerging technologies, but with subtle encouragement from my friends Andy and Mary, I recently added “Lulu.com” to the list.
Forty-five minutes into the meeting, I was begging under my breath to be set free.
I’m beginning to see clearly – with a bit of “2020 vision” – some things that were not at all obvious to me in 1975.
The bowling balls were bouncing a bit at Harvest Lanes yesterday.
Bouncing…or thunking: take your pick. But certainly not rolling, not in any sense that an experienced kegler could appreciate.
On retreat at King’s House this New Year’s Eve, where Fr. Mark Dean, OMI, has already blessed me with this thought-provoking observation…
Spend a little time with the Joseph sketched in scripture, and you quickly discover this: He was a man on the move.