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Sign in church hall

POT LUCK SUPPER NEXT TUESDAY

(someone added below)

enjoy 57 varieties of baked beans!

Here in Florida we have little lizards everywhere (and in some localities BIG lizards). Where my sister lives there are big iguanas proliferating, metaphorically getting in her hair.The little ones are often referred to as chameleons, geckos and probably other names, but I think the correct name, at least for the ones I see, is ‘anole.’ They are fascinating to watch, and they seem to be everywhere, even somehow worming their way into my house, which is, let’s say, their last mistake.
I have a statue of Mary in front of my house, and the little beasties seem compelled to climb up it and survey their kingdom from atop her head, which I suppose makes some kind of anole sense, but goes against my druthers. Sometimes they straddle her face, effectively rendering the statue markedly un-inspirational.
Yesterday, it crossed my mind that there must be some odoriferous or contra-lizard substance which I could smear about their favorite perch, so that, among all the possible spots on which they might display their heroic posture, after one or two visits they would choose anywhere else than what they almost certainly don’t appreciate as a representation of the Queen of Heaven.

One nun to group as they try to design a new habit:

“We want it to look smart and holy, but not medieval!”

When I was in grammar school one of the nuns who was teaching us singing said that in some groups and choirs it is sometimes the custom to appoint one person to loudly and clearly enunciate the ‘t’ sound at the ends of words, because otherwise (I think this was the reason) the t’s aren’t heard clearly.
I think I’d rather do the regular kind of singing than be the one selected for enunciating the t’s. It would be, in one way, like being a cymbal player, who only gets to do his thing every once in a great while, but the t’s person would have to be alerT At every momenT trying to spoT t’s, because there are a loT of words thaT have thaT letter aT their end are there noT?

One kid to another, about their church:

“It’s a nice church, but it only has 14 stations. My Dad’s car gets over a hundred!”

They had a discussion page at my Catholic Friends group about friends. A lot of the contributions were quite thought provoking. I got to thinking about the different meanings ‘friend’ might have. I remember a big kid in my neighborhood I would pass on the street who would always say “Hello, friend” in a somewhat unusual, grown up tone. Then one day I found out he had fellatio on his mind.
Some of the Internet businesses make the suggestion that all you need to do to succeed is sign up a few of your friends. They, supposedly, will sign up a few of theirs, so that a massive network will get formed. I always say to myself, “If I sign up my friends for that deal, they won’t be friends any more!”
Social networks on the Internet are set up so that members want to have a large number of ‘friends’ to feel proud of, even though they might be mostly people one never met and never will meet.
Salesmen appear to want to become your friend, if only until the deal is closed. They sometimes even ask to have a list of your friends, so they can be temporary friends with them too.
A different kind of friend, the truest of all, comes to mind on recalling the old Christian song, What A Friend We Have In Jesus. He is a Friend in need, and a Friend indeed!

Girl going to Confession:

“I didn’t help with the housework, and I got mad when my Mom said my hair looks like a mop. By the way, what’s a mop?”

I got a new car a month ago. My old car didn’t have a (working) radio, and I’m a radio person, especially talk shows. There’s an outlet for Ave Maria Radio here in West Coast Florida, but most of my home radios don’t pick it up predicatably, if at all. So I was pleased to dial it up on my car radio and get some good listening. After a couple of week, though, the signal didn’t come in as well, and had to battle a rock station, creating some rediculous juxtapositions of talk show words and music lyrics.
My fall back position was Sirius Satellite Radio, which came with my Ford Focus but I didn’t intend to activate because I didn’t know how and I had (at first) all I wanted without it. So I fooled around a little and got it going and tuned it somewhat uncertainly to the Catholic channel, so I’m good for almost 6 months until the free subscription runs out.
Oh, I like music too, but getting what I want on the radio is a most uncertain affair. It’s great when one of my favorite plays, but it’s dullsville when most everything else is Somebody Else’s Favorite.

Kid to Mom as they leave church:

“I saw the picture of the Father, and the Son, but I didn’t see the holy goats!”

Last night I was at a charismatic prayer group I have gratefully attended a few times. Toward the end one of the members had a heavy burden, and we all gathered around to pray for it being removed from the person. I wanted to suggest we say a Hail Mary, which I remembered reading is particularly effective against such problems as the one we were praying against. But the others started praying as in tongues, so I joined in after a fashion, saying the Hail Mary but in a kind of garbled, unrecognizable way, so that it blended in with the other wordless voices satisfactorily. My “prayer” over, the others were still continuing. So I repeated mine, and again, and again. I’m not aware of having the tongues gift, or inclination: the nearest I come is an emotional ‘ooooh’ and ‘ohhhhh” once in a while as the others do it, and maybe a somewhat reserved ‘Yes Lord’ once in a while. It’s not much, but it’s all that I’ve got.