Today, I'm tired and a little sad about Pope Francis. There's a tough job nobody wants. I've watched the film "The Two Popes" several times, and more recently, "Conclave". Both fascinate me. The only Catholics I know are ex-Catholics, except for the lunatic trumper down the block.
Jim saw the Church from the inside out and shed it like a badly fitting skin long before we met. Still, his dog tags read Catholic, and I made sure he had legit last rites. He lived more righteous life than most.
It's turned gray and cold here. I keep thinking it's Sunday.
When I was young, I thought corrupting nice Catholic boys was a lark. Back then, I didn't know how corrupt they already were.
I'm convinced that, after meeting with Vance and knowing him for the hypocritical liar that he is, Francis may have decided that he could do more for humanity from the other side with a little judiciously applied Karma. India is rife with fanatics of every stripe. Go Kali!
The threads are in. Hand washing, rinsing, and drying will take days. I'll update the store over the weekend. Maybe.
I'm leaving the table moppers and carrier cloths outside in the rain for a few days. Taking the cure, they will.
It's finally raining.
I brought these in last night.
Washed and dried, they are beautiful with those tiny flashes of color here and there.
There are only eight, but I think I'll make more with an eye toward a lighter touch.
2 comments:
I'd like one bundle of black...dark is fine with me. The one with a touch of peach is sort of great- keep that one for yourself.
I’d love a black too. How luscious!
I keep thinking it’s Sunday too. Or at least Friday!
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