Ordinary Time
Ha, just kidding.
Yesterday I visited the folks of Saint Patrick's Church for mass before joining the VBCC critters. I'm curious (honestly) as to what the Anglican bit can add to the witness to Jesus' rule 'round these parts. The drive for catholicity? Sacramental theology? Does it work that way? I wanna know. I've also spoken briefly with Fr Peter about doing my experiential project in that context. I will tell you about it later on...
We roasted a chicken with vegetables for dinner last night; I used a garlic and dried herb rub, with some sage, rosemary, basil and thyme. It was pretty amazing.
I'm listening to Johnny Cash, "When the Man Comes Around." Pretty amazing.
On Saturday morning we got up at 8am in hope of furniture. There was no furniture, so we tried to make up our loss by poking around at the various yard/garage/moving sales for which people have put up signs all over suburbia.
Two lessons:
People try to sell utter crap. I don't know why they bought some of these things, or why they think anyone would want to buy it from them.
Old people love this stuff. They're like pigs in slop. They show up at 6 or 7 in the morning so they can be the first who will look at someone else's junk. Why do they do this? I know that we're doing this because we need furniture that both a) is cheap and b) doesn't smell of cat pee. We have a house to furnish. These old people show up in Lexuses (Lexi?) or SUVs or mini-vans to buy stuff they must already have two more of at home. I think it's an addiction: they don't need things, they just want to buy things. It's like a bloody African safari for them. Only they don't sell the ivory, they put it in their garages so that there can be little articles in the paper about how some old couple died, and left a garage full of antique lawn-mowers dating back to 1910. For some reason.
Seriously, I think I saw a TV show about it once.
We got a hammer for $3.
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9 comments:
The man comes around. Yeah.
I am glad you have discovered the greatness that is Cash.
Greetings from St. John's Abbey. Gotta go, my computer time's a wastin.
Peace
there's something to be said about just good blog writing, and that, my friend, was good blog writing.
Just practice some deep breathing techniques. Relax. Picture a nice frosted glass of Guiness (non-American). Everything is going to be alright. If not then just get some mats and say your are using an Asian theme for your new home decore. =o)
But go check out the Good-Will or Salvation Army or places like for furniture. Sometimes you can pick good stuff up there.
I like hammers.
I see Mike is using his newly-consecrated 2 +'s...
Dude, I wish you'd told me you needed a hammer. I have two--I'd gladly have given you one. (I guess that's not really helpful now, huh?)
Sure, visit St. Pat's the one week I'm not there. :-)
Johnny Cash is one of my favorites. Good, real stuff there.
So what're you gonna use the hammer for?
yard sale safari's aren't just for old folks, i am an avid yard saler myself and it is an addiction!
Bryan, we wondered if you and Heather were trapped at the monastery, or what. It's okay. We'll be back...
Rob, I do think it's safe to say that we'll just do what needs to be done. Probably fight off people like Jess at the next yard sale... ;-)
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