With a view to my re-location to Corpus Christi, Texas for January-August 2016, coming back to Connecticut in the future on for the Fall semesters, . . .
. . . I started looking for books to read about anglo/hispanic relationships in the Southwest and Mexico. The search ending in my library here at Holy Apostles when I came upon Cormac McCarthy’s Trilogy: All the Pretty Horses, the Crossing, City of the Plains.
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McCarthy appears to be a man with a Catholic background but not a practicing Catholic, unless things have changed since the writing of these books in the beginning of our 21st century. Just the same there is a Catholic feel to a lot of the writing. There is a great emphasis on the morality of gratitude and love of the needy, even though some things we know are sins seem to be accepted by him.
A writer with great ability to use descriptions of nature to build toward analogies about the human condition, I find myself, as I read him, wanting to leave the world of my tight conceptual, academic environment for more of the mysticism of nature….at least occasionally.
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In a way it seems he draws me, also, out of the feminine into a masculine world of mysteries of God the Father.
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In my daily short dialogues, allegedly with Mary, our Blessed Mother, it seemed to me she told me about this:
“We want you to be drawn into the deeper mysteries of the faith. Plunging into the creative heart and mind of God the Father through being out in nature is good, outside of the man-made world, but also contemplative prayer draws you out of your smaller intellectual world. Even if your philosophy is true, you need to let yourself be always drawn into the higher being of the Trinity.”
HAPPINESS FOR THE OLD HAG:
About 6 months ago I bought an Osterizer.
My hi-tech friend, Dale, helped me follow the directions, but I put it away for the summer without having tried it again.
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After obsessing for a month about how I wouldn't be able to even figure out if the Osterizer I bought would work for klutz me without Dale’s assistance, with bated breath I dragged it out and read the big ink instructions I wrote to myself but forgot I had written, about how to assemble it and after a few false moves,
it worked!
it worked!
I ground up my usual left-over stew, which I call garbage soup for fun, into a puree and it tastes delicious even though it looks like vomit .
SO...
THIS MEANS THAT WHEN MY SEVEN BOTTOM TEETH GO, I WON'T HAVE TO REMAIN ON A DIET OF ENSURE!!!
(For new readers I have denture on the top but 7 remaining fangs at the bottom with an unpredictable future!)
THIS MEANS THAT WHEN MY SEVEN BOTTOM TEETH GO, I WON'T HAVE TO REMAIN ON A DIET OF ENSURE!!!
(For new readers I have denture on the top but 7 remaining fangs at the bottom with an unpredictable future!)
I AM chortling with joy!
Hope this makes you laugh, too.
I AM THINKING THAT PART OF MY VOCATION AS AN OLD TEACHER AND WRITER IS TO MAKE YOUNGER READERS HAVE LESS DREAD OF THEIR OWN FUTURES BY PROVING IT COULD BE MORE FUNNY THAN THEY THINK.
Another little joke about this that I like to trot out is: “I used to dread having some painful, long drawn out dying process, but now I think I might just “die laughing.”
Hope this makes you laugh, too.
I AM THINKING THAT PART OF MY VOCATION AS AN OLD TEACHER AND WRITER IS TO MAKE YOUNGER READERS HAVE LESS DREAD OF THEIR OWN FUTURES BY PROVING IT COULD BE MORE FUNNY THAN THEY THINK.
Another little joke about this that I like to trot out is: “I used to dread having some painful, long drawn out dying process, but now I think I might just “die laughing.”
St. Apollonia, Patron Saint of Dentistry, Pray for us,
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