I went to evening Mass yesterday as it was the Feast of the Assumption of Mary. These special services are always interesting to me in that I get to see a lot of people that I don’t normally. Our little church has three Sunday services per week and folks tend to get habituated to one or the other and if that isn’t your slot you normally never see them. So it is refreshing to be there.
One of these that I talked with was Catholic Colin as Wiley calls him. He yells out from a distance, “Phil, hey what are you on your fifteenth life now?” That’s hilarious. I said something about that I was loosing track! Hehe, guy banter.
But it is something to check in with once in once in a while or daily. It is easy to take life for granted most times especially on the good days. Yes, but I do feel like I have been given fifteen lives sometimes, crazy as that sounds.
Well, time to jump up and continue on the prep for the Veranda. A hundred little things that I would like to get done before people arrive. Some of those might actually happen. Sometimes I feel like one of the characters in my Rebecca’s novel where the quirks of life really rule everything in spite of best intentions.
fifteen loves, Felipé.
Phil, You captured life–and Rebecca’s book–perfectly in one sentence. PS I am enjoying The Survivor’s Club. Your’s right, it has a lot to teach us, not only about plane crashes, but about living with cancer. Getting psyched about the Veranda. See ya.
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Henriette ~ So glad that you are a part of all this hoopla. I will have the VW van for you this week, just like Woodstock! But I don’t know if you got my last message about it but I would put your daughter and friend in a tent next to the van. The van looks comfortable for you and your notebooks and drinks and paraphernalia. OK, 10-4, Felipé.x