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I’d like to give a

I’d like to give a shout out to Fructus Ventris for the link to the article on increasing the number of blacks homeschooling. I wonder why when blacks decide to take a more conservative route instead of the way to self destruction (i.e.choosing substandard public schools), it is “whoa, there’s is a surprise!” I remember… Continue reading I’d like to give a

In quizzibus veritas I see

In quizzibus veritas I see that Kathy the Carmelite is both “a Grasshopper cocktail” and “heroic couplets.” Obviously a woman of taste and erudition. And yes, I know that quizzibus is not even pig Latin, but I don’t have my Latin dictionary handy. I read once that there is a Latinist at the Vatican whose… Continue reading In quizzibus veritas I see

Peony, OK, I am happy

Peony, OK, I am happy then (see Pansy smiling). But you didn’t say anything about being Russian…j/k, j/k, nothing against being Russian at all. Turning 30 This past Feast of St. Nicholas I had the priviledge of turning 30 for the first and last time of my life. I am kind of wigged because I… Continue reading Peony, OK, I am happy

News from the Shrine

The Basilica of the National Shine of the Immaculate Conception is building a new Oratory to Our Lady of Ephesus I love the Shrine. When I was working nearby, it was practically my home away from home. I am trying to figure out where in the Crypt this oratory is going to go. To me,… Continue reading News from the Shrine

Peony, You said: “I am

Peony, You said: “I am always out of the loop, the last tendril on the grapevine. And my posts seem to reflect that.” I can very much relate. You are not alone.

I’m terza rima, and

I’m terza rima, and I talk and smile.Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts awayI let mine out, and chatter all the while. I’m rarely on my own – a wasted dayIs any day that’s spent without a friend,With nothing much to do or hear or say. I like to be with people, and dependOn… Continue reading I’m terza rima, and

Back to the routine:

Back to the routine: Monday musings A grey Monday morning. Snow falling outside. The “drip drip drip” of our leaky shower can be heard through most of the house, like some kind of Poe story involving a plumber. Little Hambet has had no more problems since last Saturday night, so I am hoping, hoping, hoping… Continue reading Back to the routine: