Well, maybe not a virgin, but at least a martyr. What better way to go... with life everlasting with my God totally assured. But it didn't work out that way. at least not yet. But at my age, I realize that life is actually long and that there is a lot to do if I just look for it.
But as for saving my soul, it takes a lot more work than just finding a way to become a virgin martyr.
Monday, December 16, 2013
Monday, November 21, 2011
Everyone has one, why not me?
There are so many things that seem important when I first think them, or maybe just interesting. then they lose value as I assimilate them.
Now I am wondering how to keep this blog private - as though anyone would be looking for it?
It is getting colder here. It is 2011, hard to believe. I have two-part gloves that I bought in 1993 when we were traveling to Quebec for the Pee-Wee Hockey Tournament. I have meticulously kept track of both the inner and outer parts of these gloves since then. Were they pricey? Can't remember. But they are warm.
So a few days ago I decided it might be the first hat day of the season. After many iterations, my wife and I have come to some storage agreement for the hats and gloves on the porch. I dug into the box for my Bruins hat, a present last year at this time. And I was deeply satisfied to not only find the hat in the box, but my favorite gloves still in the hat. A year later. In the same place.
I immediately thought about how comforting this was. To have my stuff right where I put it after a year. Then I thought about all those refugees all over the world who have lost their place. They are waiting to go home and get their gloves.
Now I am wondering how to keep this blog private - as though anyone would be looking for it?
It is getting colder here. It is 2011, hard to believe. I have two-part gloves that I bought in 1993 when we were traveling to Quebec for the Pee-Wee Hockey Tournament. I have meticulously kept track of both the inner and outer parts of these gloves since then. Were they pricey? Can't remember. But they are warm.
So a few days ago I decided it might be the first hat day of the season. After many iterations, my wife and I have come to some storage agreement for the hats and gloves on the porch. I dug into the box for my Bruins hat, a present last year at this time. And I was deeply satisfied to not only find the hat in the box, but my favorite gloves still in the hat. A year later. In the same place.
I immediately thought about how comforting this was. To have my stuff right where I put it after a year. Then I thought about all those refugees all over the world who have lost their place. They are waiting to go home and get their gloves.
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