Before the artic blast that going on this week, mid-October, the tomatoes got harvested, green or not. They can ripen inside just fine. If left on the vine during repeated hard freezes they would just get destroyed on the vine, right? Lots of tomatoes go to my favorite hospice patient at home. Everyone there loves tomatoes.
Meanwhile, changing seasons in the weather, in just getting older, with my guardian angel trying to bring me to the next step in the spiritual life…
Meanwhile, some currents running deep have been otherwise going on within me, and, as you may have noticed, a step away from the blog to get a breather has been accomplished, doing me lots of good.
There’s been plenty of bonfires in the backyard, mountains of things thrown out, the floor throughout the rectory found and swept and mopped[!].
The upshot of all this is that I’m getting slowly psyched up to the popular version the thesis. I know this has been years, and it’ll still take quite a bit of time just to get arranged, but all this is necessary.
Meanwhile, racing about for things like Communion Calls and Last Rites. Yesterday, three of the latter on the epic “Day Off,” with some hundreds of miles. I love being a priest.