Ruminations of an Amateur Monastic
My beard is going grey at an alarming rate. My last real photos were for the wedding, and I look like I’ve aged five years in five months. This may have something to do with Tristan’s plight. It does something to you after a while, when you keep getting these little reminders, whether it’s when I’m talking with Tristan, or […]
» Read moreSo. Tristan came home last night. I went to work for a two-thirds day while Tristan’s mother went through the bureaucratic nightmare that is bailing out an accused felon. This is, apparently, an all-day affair. He spent the night at our house. We talked until deep into the night. This morning, I made breakfast (perish the thought), and we went […]
» Read moreThis post should have been about my job. Or the garden. Or maybe the strange trip I had to Westport Connecticut. Or really, anything but this. Yesterday, Francine and I got back from Mass and had a little breakfast. She was going to leave at about noon to make some photocopies and teach a knitting class. My plan involved laundry […]
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