And I am almost out of photos of churches. I have a few left, but they aren't my favorites. So, here is a photo I took while out walking yesterday.
Advent is over, and I am left with wondering what to do with this blog. I had thought I might write about the Corporal Works of Mercy and the Spiritual Works of Mercy. Yesterday I opened my Catechism to read about them, but there they weren't! There is one little mention of the Corporal Works of Mercy, but no mention that I could find of the Spiritual. Shows you how well I know the Catechism!
It was a long weekend with not enough plans. I spent Christmas Eve at my son, daughter-in-law, and new baby's house. It was lovely. I don't drink - at all - and in deference to that, we had an alcohol free Christmas Eve. I didn't ask them to do that, but they did it anyway. It was lovely to sit with all these young people and play Monopoly (do you know they have a game with credit cards and an electronic device for transferring funds?) and Scrabble - and drink Pepsi, sparkling water, eggnog, and other non-alcoholic beverages. I know very well that they normally drink beer, but I am fine with them forgoing that for one day. Honored, really.
On Christmas, I had not one plan. And I did not one thing - other than go to mass and make Borscht. About 15 years ago, I had such a craving for beet soup on Christmas Day, I made it and there began a little personal tradition. After a month of wretched excess, I just want a bowl of vegetable soup. And so, I made another pot this year. It will take a week for me to eat it all, but oh, it is so good.
I woke up yesterday with a migraine. Horrible migraine. I could not even get myself to mass. I took my migraine medication which means that I will do nothing but lay in bed or on the sofa and sleep. I turned on football games and slept on the sofa. By mid-afternoon, I had to get out of the house, so I took a walk - see photo above. By last evening, I had some realizations about my life. And by last night's sleep, I had horrible nightmares.
I can see that I am morbid still this morning, so I will wrap this up, get in the tub, get dressed as nicely as I can, and go to work. High heeled shoes, stockings, a skirt, sweaters, make up and a hair do should go far to improve my gloomy outlook. A couple of days alone don't do much good for my mental state.
But I will sit and take a hard look this week. And make some plans to make some changes in my 60th year on this earth. I will look for a particular charitable work I think I am being called to. I know I need to end my exile to this computer and venture back out among the living.
Enough out of me!!! Thanks to anyone who has read this rambling thing.