Retired Irish curmudgeon and part-time pirate. Currently hiding out in Ecuador
Is it me or does today’s drawing make the building look more like the public library or city hall than a church?
You reminded me of an Irish priest I was friends with. He was a pastor of the Catholic church where I lived in Florida. We’d frequently meet up at one of the local watering holes that he claimed as his second rectory. We also, until I had my accident, used to do a lot of motorcycling together.
He’d occasionally ask me if I was going to attend mass on a given Sunday. When I’d ask why he’d say that he was stuck on ideas for his homily but just seeing me there would give him inspiration. I’d tell him that if he ever saw me sitting in a pew, it’d give him a heart attack from the shock.
… Old and limp!
I still vote ( absentee ballot ) in Florida. I am definitely voting for Crist in this upcoming gubernatorial election
I really used to like to tent camp – as an adult. But that was when I was much younger. I haven’t camped out in over 30 years. Although, I suppose you could call staying at our little casa de campo out in the country, roughing it, since it’s a little shy of most of the basic amenities – no phone, internet ( we do have electricity ), running water ( water is delivered by tanker truck ), sewer ( we do have a septic system ), and it is constructed out of cane and bamboo with a corrugated metal roof. But it does offer peace and tranquility and is a great escape from the city.
My father and mother weren’t the camping type. Their idea of roughing it was a week or two at some friend’s vacation cottage on Cape Cod or Martha’s Vineyard.
My niece and her future-husband both live and work in Vigo, Spain. Vigo wouldn’t be my idea of a destination wedding. ( At least they’re going to a Dominican Republic resort for their honeymoon. )
She immigrated from Ecuador to finish her education in Madrid and has worked in Italy and Spain. She and one of her sisters here in Ecuador have always been much closer to my wife than their own mother, so it was natural that she’d want my wife and me there acting in loco parentis.
Fortunately, for me, aside from the airfare, they are covering all our other expenses for a week – including a special “mother of the bride dress” she bought for my wife to wear at the wedding! So yes, (grumble, grumble,) we’re going.
Any guy who can change water into wine would be o.k. in Andy’s book!
While Andy’s on the road to perdition!
Ideal role model for all miscreants, malingerers, and moochers!
It’s a bit of Amazing Grace … He was blind, now he can see!