You never know what our Old Enemy the Weather will throw at you. Today it launched rain and for a time the heavens opened and there it was, sky water, beautiful. In the midst of it all a call came through, "Padre, can you help load up some shelves for the food bank?"
Sure I could and did, especially as it was right across the way from the Compound. Lo and behold, this good deed came with an unexpected benefit, as is so often the case, notably a set of medium sized bookshelves, "All yours, LSP."
Good, I needed these because of a recent influx of books from my dad's library. He was a a bibliophile and we've only just, after a decade, got around to moving the books from Dallas to the Compound. Net result? Many boxes of books on the floor of a guest room waiting to be shelved, a nightmare of unfinished business.
But after a few shelvish hours it was nightmare over and books off the floor, what an affordable result. In the meanwhile, the climate had changed too, bizarrely, our enemy is so unpredictable, and the sun shone from a clear, big, blue Texan sky.
Where is the dog? I asked myself. Downstairs, on the porch, in the bathroom, in a guestroom, in my room, going den behind the couch? No, none of these, Blue Veteran was nowhere to be found. So I climbed in the rig and drove around the area looking for the pup, and found him a couple of blocks away, grinning like a dog.
He was happy to be lifted into the truck and happier still for the adventure of it all. OK, he's an old dog, blind and deaf, but he still enjoys life. I feel I should take him out to the range to roam about and feel free, he'd like that. Is this overly sentimental?
On topic, do you think that those who read and keep libraries will be the kernel of civilization when our current demonic babel implodes?
LSP
16 comments:
Between Spurgeon and Matthew Henry, I can relate. Grandfather told me (some long time ago) that you should only have a dog when you have 101 acres. 100 for the dog and 1 for you.
A picture is worth...
1. I love rain. April showers bring May flowers. And here we pre-empt with the last day of March! A refreshing baptism of it all!
2. Book-gasm.
3. Blue found by an alien looking dude? Spaceman Parson?
4. Book-gasm #2.
Books are the recordings of man as he grapples with himself and life and purpose. Ergo, their utmost importance. And by via negativa: the burnings of Alexandrian and Nazi nutjobs.
I Libros!
That last paragraph, Parson.
You all be safe and God bless.
:)
After "the 3 days of darkness" ( prophecy of Alois Irlmaier and others) the few survivors left will treasure books more than gold!
Glad Blue is okay and hope he has no more walkabouts!
Happy Easter, LSP♰
Oh baby; Summa Theologica right in the center too.
Maybe LSP would like to create a post on Thomas Aquinas someday.
In the meantime, 3 Aves here for the soul of your Dad; (for prayer is not constrained by time)
"A man can never have too much red wine, too many books or too much ammunition" (and everybody here knows who said that).
Take 'Ol Blue to the country for a day. You owe it to yourselves.
Glad he got out and you found him! Yes, take him out and let him roam occasionally!!! And agree, the people with libraries
It'll be a weird thing, NFO, all these people who retain the ability to read.
What a great quote, Wild. And you know what, I will.
Yes, Anon, they will treasure their books. These will become gold.
Good call, Anon, I'll try and rise to the challenge of an Aquinas post. Hard, of course, for modern ears to hear, but there it is.
Right back at you, Anon.
Bless you, Linda.
Prodigal, the Alexandria burning was hideous but think, how much was copied?
Excellent acreage point, Mr. CJ.
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