Twilight Twitches

Twilight Twitches

fetscherDear Family,
Let’s celebrate St. Francis of Assisi by blessing the animals. Right. That was the intent for last Monday, and we pulled it off... pretty much. The animals showed up, mostly great dogs and a couple of cats who doubtless were wondering what on earth they had gotten into. All went well.

Even Honey, the office ruler, was a perfect hostess. Sadly, the pizza folk, who shall remain nameless, turned out to be the only glitch and we went pizza-less. I may never know why. That probably worked for my waistline, but I hope our kids and parents weren’t too disappointed.

Having that special little gathering meant a lot since we have been devoid of moments like that for so long. Speaking of gathering...

There is an unfamiliar word working its way into our vocabulary, and its going to be there for the next couple of years. The word is “Synod.”

fetscherDear Family,
Tomorrow, on the feast of St. Francis of Assisi, we will gather in the little parking area behind the chapel at 6:00 p.m. to bless the animals. I’m hoping that the iguanas who sometimes inhabit the java plum trees over the area will feel free to drop in and not on.

We will also have some Shaq-a-ronis to continue the fun. I like the idea that one of the first “meals” we will have in our recovery time is a decent pizza. Pease make sure your pets are leashed or carried.

One of my most fun memories of this day, was when J. T. Cowgill brought a bearded dragon. Whatever attributes the dragon had, beauty was not one of them. Of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. J. T. has long since graduated college. Wonder if the dragon went with him. If I get any dragon news, I’ll let you know.

fetscherDear Family,
On Monday, October 4th, at 6:00 p.m. we will bless the animals. It’s the feast of St. Francis of Assisi. It’s something we can do outside, and we’ll get some pizza to eat after we’ve drenched all the pets with holy water. (I’ll avoid the cats.) Ask the Lord for some good weather. I’m looking forward to that little glimmer of normality.

Thanks to Msgr. Mike Hippee who helped with a couple of the weekday Masses while I recovered from an unfortunate accident that I had... with my power chair. Last Sunday I hit a curb in the little lot behind the chapel which someone had built overnight. OK, it was always there. Somehow the chair flipped and there I am on my whatever, kind of stunned and wondering what had just happened. Fortunately, Jose Gomez and his daughter Lina were just coming in, and Jose managed to leverage me off the lot. The power chair was no worse for wear, but your humble servant got a few scratches and dents. Jose alerted the bandage brigade and Lina carefully shepherded me into the Church.

fetscherDear Family,
Kill the Messenger... We sure did that definitively when it came to Jesus. You might ask, “Where are you getting this ‘we’ from?” You are right. The “we” really should be “I”.

I find myself frequently holding a hammer, poised to strike another blow on a nail in a hand or a foot. Every time I mess something up when it comes to how I treat people, I realize I’m swinging the hammer, first at them, but ultimately at Jesus.

Anyone who knows me, knows that a hammer is the last thing they think I should be holding. Many an ‘expletive deleted’ merged when I failed to hit the nail, especially if the blow fell on a thumb instead.

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