Is it June that supposedly "creeps in on little cats feet", according to the poet? [Note: Apparently, not. That snippet is from a poem about fog, by Carl Sandburg ( Read more... )

The shadows are lengthening around the twisty bus route I take to the nursing home after work; the sun is now nearly as low in the horizon when I begin the journey as it would have been on my way back, only a month ago ( Read more... )

Today has been a lot of fun, considering it's, The Sabbath.

It began with Broadway Diner, practically vibrating with excitement over today's Conference playoffs. Tony guarantees the Jets will win by at least a field goal.

Next, I arrived at Mass through the Amsterdam Avenue entrance for the first time in a long time and encountered Ezra (fka "The ( Read more... )

I was sick for most my vacation. Still, it was good to get away from Brooklyn for a while ( Read more... )

The first thing I noticed when I arrived at morning Mass was that The Rector was back. I'm not positive, but it certainly seems as though he has been away all summer ( Read more... )

Gosh almighty. I can remember when summer really was lazy and hazy and full of nothing but time to hang out with friends. Now it seems to be all cut up and segmented and sliced like a date book. No sooner do I recover from this very scary pneumonia thingie than Allen e-mails that he's going on _another_ vacation to God-knows-where. I've missed ( Read more... )