6.26 month  

never been a very strong storyteller. could never tell a joke. can't emote like the young ones do. not at liberty to say much that i could. good for moments that don't add up to much..

like the other night five of us were at a nice restaurant and the windows looked out onto a watery park and a path. first a boy jogged past with his dog. then a dad came by with his kid on a bike. he had to stop to help her. then a heavy hairy guy gallumphed on by alone. then a strolling indian gentleman whose wife followed a discrete five paces or so behind. i noticed a guy out on the patio who wanted to toss some food to the geese but wasn't sure. finally he did.

like dominic is back from ohio and we started walking in the mornings this week. just over by 176 there's a bike path that goes all the way to the lake. we set out on that but found a side path that took us to unknown territory. it brought us to the field just the other side of the gigantic powerlines which run just beyond our baseball football and soccer fields. this is a fine path maintained by the libertyville park district. at first the grass is carefully trimmed, but when we took the path up a tiny rise through a wall of trees we came to a large wild area full of stuff just growing and flying and buzzing. and the sun was hitting the mist like we were in some movie or some damn cereal commercial. i was like a kid. oh look there at that. redwing blackbird. purple thistle. some kind of daisies. brown bird on an old weed stalk. up another rise we can see the housing in the distance but there's also a tiny pond with an egret. and all the time i'm walking and thinking. somebody made something good here. something real nice. oh look. look. tonight at dinner we were telling about it and dominic said he was just trying to walk but i kept seeing things. oh look at that. what's that? walking and talking. that's me.

like i had a little problem with some of my pages here so i sought help and ended up moving to a completely new webhost. happened fast. no procrastination. whammo. new host. even repointed the domain name all by myself... thanks to andreux who over the past year or so has taught me some stuff... but most of all that it's just a web page and i can do it.

and like i finally polished up the indexes and got them online. the apes' work on The Things They Carried made that happen quickly. then i took the momentum from that project and finished The Great Gatsby.

like back from june 10 to 14 we had our provincial chapter. and it was good. we elected new leadership, made some important decisions about government, heard from some dutch carmelites about titus brandsma, prayed effortlessly in english and spanish, celebrated jubilarians at a nice dinner, mourned the sudden death of one of our brothers. many of us lodged at the argonne guest house and had to show passes and photo i.d. and pop our trunks to get back to our rooms. i saw one famous white deer on the first day. and then none.

like what we call the garden has a few not-too-ugly flowers in it. pink roses. and some purple things i planted whose name i forgot to remember. white coneflowers and a red one i transplanted from out by the garage. geraniums. daylillies. and black-eyed susans from a teaching colleague. they're mostly salad for some critter by now. none of these plants, excluding the one big pink rose bush, are doing too well. perennials need a year at least. they say.

like all the widlife, rabbits and deer and squirrels and birds - this one lemon yellow thing with black wings seems too big to be a finch. sen it twice now. and chipmunk and woodchuck.

like trying to read. william faulkner. what planet was he from. as i lay dying. a real treat for the apes to come. and reading a brief illustrated biography of virginia woolf who needs a place on the ap shelf but...

stuff like that. having a summer of it.

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An humble knowledge of thyself is a surer way to God than a deep search after learning.

Thomas à Kempis

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