A lovely soul has left behind his mortal remains and begun the journey to Heaven. Perhaps you will join me in a prayer for my dear son-in-law’s father, a twinkle-eyed cross between Papa Smurf and Santa Claus, and just a nice, kind man.
May the Angels lead you into paradise:
may the martyrs receive you at your coming,
and lead you into the holy city, Jerusalem.
May the choir of Angels receive you,
and with Lazarus, who once was poor,
may you have everlasting rest.
I’ve been singing this fabulous piece at funerals and I sing it for those who’ve died, generally.
This is not really my cat. He lives at my daughter’s place but he isn’t her cat either. He doesn’t seem to have a home. He’s scrawny and beat up; the tip of one ear is missing and some hair has been rubbed off of his neck. And he has the most amazing different colored eyes!
He took to me right away. I don’t know why – I am a dog person, not a cat person, and anyone who knows me knows that I believe there is only one cat on the face of the earth that ever deserved to breathe air and that was my big part-Siamese Simba that got run over by the goddamned paper boy in 2009 when he was 14 years old. The cat, not the paper boy.
Anyway, I fed him. I gave him hamburger and fries last night because that was what I had, and this morning I gave him one of the school marm’s hotdogs that she said were old. I would have brought him home with me had it not been for the two doofus dogs that live here.
I will probably never see him again, since my daughter is moving from that place and going miles away into the city. I think I will miss him.
Happy 4th of July everyone! The parade is over (Eduardo marched in the band), the beer can chicken is on the grill, the guacamole is made and its hot-hot-hot outside! We have a small group this year; me and the ball and chain, college girl who isn’t a college girl anymore and who is moving out permanently after dinner today to begin her life in the city, Stretch, Dolphin Caller and ‘Uardo. That’s it. Well, that’s all the more beer can chicken for me. And all the more beer, too. Of which I have thus far consumed the equivalent of one giant can of beer, since we needed two giant cans for the chickens and they need to only be half full, so what was I supposed to do? Dump the other halves down the drain? I think not. And now I’m working on a Coors while I watch the grill to make sure it doesn’t get too hot.
Well, it doesn’t seem that we have too much worth celebrating or fighting for, does it? But we do. This is still the greatest country that has ever graced planet Earth and she is not over, even though I myself sometimes say that she is. She is worth fighting for, our way of life is worth fighting for, and I personally will fight for her and for the Constitution of the United States if I am able to do so. Prying my cold dead fingers and all of that….
Well, I’m loose. I love ya. God bless. Over and out.
So, the big event we’ve been anticipation is drawing nigh – that being Lurch’s marriage convalidation in the church on June 25. She is here with us and has been since Sunday. We’ve gotten lots done in preparation but there is still a lot to do.
One thing I’d like to do is strangle two particular boy dogs – one dark brown and one blond. Lurch brought her sweet little girl shepherd, Katya, and of course Ruby is here. Buddy has been having some issues lately with marking EVERYWHERE in the house, the little creep, and this evening the school marm (formerly Available) got here with Finn-that-little-shit.
I don’t argue that Finn wouldn’t have marked the water dish – he might have. But I know in my heart of hearts that it was Buddy, the formerly best little dog ever born. He has such a sweet disposition and is relatively obedient. I’d like to kill the little fucker right now.
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I am not an apologist and don't claim to be one. Any bona fide apologist faithful to the Magisterium is free to correct me, and I wish you would.