It’s a good 400 paces, maybe 450, heading north from the Visitor’s parking lot to the Gatehouse at Menard Correctional Center. Once inside, you retrace almost every one of those steps, heading south along Front Street, in order to reach the Chapel.
No big deal on a nice day. But when nasty weather rears, the walk can be brutal.
Continue readingI looked it up: a large round galvanized stock tank weighs about 175 pounds, empty.
So very odd then, I thought, to see just such a steel tank suspended 25 feet aloft and crumpled like foil against the trunk of a maple tree in the farmhouse yard.
Continue readingOdd, isn’t it? When you’re 6 or 8 it feels like liberation to no longer have a Designated Nap Time (DNT) as part of the daily routine. When you’re 68, you come to see the DNT as one of life’s most profound little blessings.
Continue readingIt was my Sweetie, the artist, who pointed it out – how the smooth blanket of snow on our deck had morphed into something new, something a bit more interesting.
Continue readingPuzzled we were, the 6:30 Daily Mass Coffee Boys. Bumfuzzled, and therefore apparently in good company.
Continue readingHeard there’s a big game today, so I think I’ll make a double-batch.
Continue readingThe entrance didn’t exactly exude “fellowship.”
Continue readingWas Mary – the Blessed Mother – an irresponsible parent?
Such was the notion I heard expressed on Saturday morn, at our regular weekly scripture study.
Continue readingA pair of Energetic Elves stopped by on Christmas Eve-eve … to lend a hand with one last round of cookie-baking.
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