Hi.
 Last night was wonderful.  I had not attended the Stations of the Cross for several years, so that in itself as comforting.  I was able to sit with members of Holy Family Church who I have me in the past couple of weeks through Fr. Phil's bible study of St. John.

We ended with a dinner of tuna casserole and salads.   Wow.  I felt so Catholic.

I need that once in a while.

I was able to get my Lenten sacrament of reconciliation in at the same time It also gave me the opportunity to just turn myself over to God. I am not good at sitting still and listening:) 

I have to tell you a funny story.  I was talking to Bart's mother in law, Marlies, and she said that she had captured a possum.  I didn't quite get it at first.  She actually captured an oppossum.  She will have someone pick it up and take it to a safe rescue site.   She has also caputured racoons.   I am amazed.


Dia dhuit

Mary

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”

― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” ― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” ― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967