12.27 goods  

friday night about 9:30 and i'm just back from mass... a mass of the resurrection... a funeral mass... for george o'keefe... another good man gone to eternity... worked in lima peru, santiago chile, sicuani peru, chicago st. clara's, joliet olmc, chicago cook county jail... passed his "retirement" traveling the country interviewing carmelites, carrying on the province's oral history begun by myles colgan. it was always good to see george... and now i'll miss him.

the mass was in darien... a good drive south from here... had to leave early to make it for 7:00... took an hour and a half through rush hour traffic. in two spots we stopped dead for about ten minutes each while everyone took turns staring at the roadside catastrophes. took about fifty minutes to get home... i love driving an open road at night, chasing red tails, not sleepy but listening to tony bennet and etta james and a little bit of public radio. singing along a bit. alone in the dark... with others...

i'd just driven this road yesterday on the way back up from mom's. had a real nice christmas... quiet... warm... well-fed... and given an undeservedly wonderful gift by a group of people who apparently had figured out that i needed it long before i knew that i wanted it... this is, of course, part of the definition of an ideal family, yet - to leap from the ideal to the real - they forced me to sign an agreement that limits my use of this gift, a digital camera. they do not want me to put any images of their beautiful selves online... unless they approve them first. and i have agreed. i will only publish images of myself

or my cat

or whatever other modes of beauty manage to get fixed in the lens... like yesterday morning when after i'd eaten cereal and lounged around a bit mom asked if i'd looked outside yet. so i pushed aside the blinds and saw this

and this

you see all the trees are coated in white... frozen fog... blue morning... blue lake...

and i'm beginning to realize that this fine gift is going to impede my verbal processes... i no longer have to describe anything... i can just point...

here's hoping your recent days have been as good as mine


A good picture is equivalent to a good deed.

Vincent Van Gogh

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