Here it is the beginning of Holy Week with the commemoration of Christ’s triumphant ride into Jerusalem to begin the Passion. Oh, such a heavy duty time. It doesn’t really get any more substantial then this. Catherine and I were at Mass and Father David has regained his voice I am happy to report.
As part of the week’s activities Catherine and I are doing a pilgrimage on Good Friday. We are walking from Raven Ranch to St. John Vianney’s through the trails and backroads. It is about seven miles through the boonies and we are allowing four hours for our walk. If you want to go with us we are leaving here at 1500.
Let’s see what else is going on? I was watching a documentary on the life and times of Jackie Robinson yesterday. You know the first black Major League Baseball player. What a story! I wasn’t familiar with a lot of it. That is the world I was born into and it seems like ancient history now to us in the twenty first century. Watching the Yankees’ game here with one eye as I write this and I see players from all over in the game these days. Some have to have their own personal interpreters in the dugout like our Ichiro.
A cameraman at the ballgame has been intermittently watching a young boy in a little Yankee uniform eat a foot long hotdog. It took him about fifteen minutes working away at both ends of it. It’s got me thinking about lunch.
OK. my friends, you are the best. Thanks for stopping by today. Walking this afternoon at four and tapas at five. Catherine is going to hear Michael Meade talk at the Lit Con at four so will miss the walk, I’ve been upstaged. I guess she will see enough of me on Friday. OK, enough.
Enough of this loves, Felipé.