A Room With A View

 

Keen-eyed observers will recognize downtown Dallas as seen from the 9th floor of Methodist hospital. But why, you ask in that wondering way, were you there? Because Ma LSP thought it'd be a good idea to lift a large and heavy planter on the back deck. No, it was not a good idea, it was a bad idea, which resulted in a compound stress fracture in her lower back.

Fortunately, she was able to make her way across the street to a good neighbor who drove her to Methodist, and one of the LSP sisters was able to help out to boot, very much so. Me? I tipped up today after Mass at Mission #2, Sacrament in pyx, and full of filial piety. Thank God, we all agreed, that surgery wasn't on the cards.

Surgery. No small thing at any time, much less in your 80s. As it is, she''ll have to wear a brace, she calls it a "corset," and go to rehab for a week or so, then back home. Good thing there's family in the area, eh?

Well, I left her watching Bonnie & Clyde just as the sun set over the glassy towers of the Metrosprawl, setting them ablaze with its light. Dear friends, you'll note from the above photo that one of our buildings is made of gold. Yes, gold. Surely not some kind of parable.

But more on this hospital scenario anon. In the meanwhile, do say a prayer for Ma LSP's full recovery.

Yours,

LSP

Sun Rising

 

The day dawned bright, the sun shone in a clear sky as birds sang, no chemtrails here, life is good. Then, after Morning Prayer and the obligatory stroll to the Pick 'n Steal, I drove to Cleburne, population 30,289, quite the metropolis.

I tell you, it always feels out of place and stranger in a strange land when I leave the protected zone of this bucolic if asset stripped rural haven and venture into the world. There it is, Walmarts with polished concrete floors, strip malls in abundance, CPAs, all this cacophony which has become the way we live now.

Note GOLD ceiling strips. Yes, real gold

Some, who live in real isolation, will feel this more keenly, and there it is. Business taken care of I climbed back in the aging rig and headed for home and Stations of the Cross. Must get an oil change on the old truck, write up a talk on the final two petitions of the Pater Noster, clean some guns and pick up the Specialist from the Metrosprawl airport tomorrow.

While we're at it, could someone, please, bring the Ukraine adventure to a conclusion? Thanks, readers, in advance. Oh, and let's see the rest of Hunter's laptop hit the news too, apparently gigabytes are being uploaded somewhere in Switzerland. Yes, please.

God bless you all,

LSP