March 16th, 2005


Uhhnnn . . .

Systems . . . failing. Must . . . get . . . out to . . . the woods. (Gasp)

This must be the third Wednesday of this week, huh? Okay, so tomorrow, I get up and go tell Irish stories and sing Irish songs for a teacher-friend's home room (5th-graders) -- fun, but I gotta get up at oh-dark-thirty to get ready. Say Hi to the guy coming to paint the garage door at 8:00 a.m. as I leave. Then I've got to hit multiple hospitals to check up on all my ailing parishioners. Then comes the afternoon in the office, where my associate and I will constructively freak out over all the Holy Week/Easter stuff that isn't ready yet. That's followed by second-chairing that_guy_zach's God and Me class for 1st-3rd graders.

Then I get to call all seven of my confirmands AGAIN. I called 6 of the 7 tonight (the other has phone issues). Turns out there is no way possible I can assemble all seven of them in church on the same day to put the holy whomp on all of them at the same time. So, I need to reaffirm with all of them that "confirmation day" will be Easter Sunday; meanwhile, I'm going to have to go talk personally with two of them and their 'rents about what they want to do about professing their faith.

Oh yeah, and the church newsletter needs to be done. And the SI-NAUMS newsletter will need to be done right after that, just before TAXES (flee in terror!).

The last three weekends I've been doing ministry flat out, and people keep trampling on my days off, so I haven't had any real time to myself besides computer time in WEEEEEKS. I've GOT to get out to the woods this weekend, if only to scream.

Eireann go brach

There is something sinister about putting a leprechaun in a workhouse. The only comfort is that he certainly will not work.

-- G.K. Chesterton

Essex thought he could do something about the Irish. He was wrong; nobody can do anything about the Irish.

-- Will Cuppy

When about to baptise [king Aongus of Munster], Patrick thrust his pastoral staff, by its sharp iron point, into the earth -- as he thought. But it was through the foot of Aongus he thrust it. He discovered his grave mistake only when the ceremony was finished. "Why did you not tell me this?" he cried to the king. And Aongus answered simply, "Because I thought it was part of the ceremony."

--Seumas MacManus

Happy St. Patrick's Day!