Saturday, October 29, 2016
Sunday, October 23, 2016
and those who are crushed in spirit he saves.
The Lord redeems the lives of his servants;
no one incurs guilt who takes refuge in him."
This last is not Ljubljana Grad. I could not end this entry without noting Penn State's magnificent win over Ohio State yesterday. The game began at 2 AM LJ time. As I had the 11 AM Mass I didn't even try to watch it on ESPN (the subscription is only 20 Euros per month to watch either live or on demand). I slept well last night, a notable event in itself, and woke at 7. Grabbed the computer while still in bed and went to ESPN. I blinked several times, wondered if these miserable drugstore readers (the new ones arrive in ten days) were screwing up my vision, and then went quietly insane. I didn't watch the game until after Mass and lunch whereupon I pulled it up on the computer and opened a 16 oz. beer. Absolutely glorious moment that brought back many memories of my years as a student and the many games I attended as season ticket holder of 27 years. According to Fr. Jack Butler, SJ I didn't go to a university. I joined a cult. I've never argued about the truth of that statement. FOR THE GLORY . . .
Sunday, October 16, 2016
whence shall help come to me?
My help is from the LORD,
who made heaven and earth.”
An outdoor cafe along the river. It was a fairly comfortable night. However, even now, when the temperatures are dropping into the forties at night, Slovenians are sitting outdoors, bundled up, drinking beer or coffee.
This street is limited to pedestrians. The only way to differentiate the cafes is by the tables and chairs. They are distinct for reach place
The cafe nearest our house. I took a photo the day before Valentine's when there were several inches of snow on the tables and chairs.
Ye Olde Tchotchke Shoppe. I cannot describe how I much I loathe seeing the faux Olde Englyshe spellings in tourist traps. My niece and I got close to hysterical laughter in Newburyport, Mass. many years ago when it seemed as if every store had that kid of sign. We still call them: Ye Oldee Shoppee.
+Fr. Jack, SJ, MD