from mom ... via tom peyla ... the rossi-peyla-motta reunion of
1946 ... taken at uncle frank's place on the kankakee ...
the day went ... we walked at seven ... tried the original path
but the clumps of unmelted ice & snow made trouble ... so we walked
through the neighborhood ... then i was off to the emissions station
for the car's biennial check-up ... we passed ... then i wandered
around b&n for a bit & left with a copy of The Kite Runner ...
spent the rest of the day reading said book (at request of a colleague
who wants to know if it's worthy of the senior course ... as far
as i've gotten, i think it is ... for regulars & even honors ...
but not AP) and cataloging a few books ... almost done ... and
attending mass ... and reading some more and eating a bit & watching
the end of Mr. Smith Goes to Washington ... and back up here to
brush the cat, catalog some more books, and wonder where the day
if his salt block will actually attract deer ...
wonder if it will kill the tree it sits beneath ...
i wonder if the deer will return in the spring seeking salt and
finding only tulips ...
considered the value of a simple Swiffer
until i started pulling books off the shelves to catalog them
... cough cough
...We know when we are following
our vocation when our soul is set free from preoccupation with
itself and is able to seek God and even to find Him, even though
it may not appear to find Him. Gratitude and confidence
and freedom from ourselves: these are signs that we have found
our vocation and are living up to it even though everything else
may seem to have gone wrong. They give us peace in any suffering.
They teach us to laugh at despair. And we may have to.
From No Man is an Island
by Thomas Merton. Harcourt, Brace Jovanovich Inc., New York, 1955.