I have a very mild corneal abrasion. I’ll be all right, but I look like a twitchy monster.
Public Safety reminder: wear protective glasses when weed-whacking the garden.
Since I’m writing this on Saturday evening, I am indeed wondering if a 2.5-hour nap this afternoon will keep me awake tonight.
100° days wear me out. So does a corneal abrasion.
At the antique mall this week: two new (old) pairs of cufflinks.
At Metro Imaging on Friday: words I never wish to hear. Arthritis. While I don’t know the severity, the treatment, or the prognosis, I can say without hesitation that my left arm is hurting, and that over the last week this hurt has escalated significantly. We’ll see what Dr. Feldman says on Monday.
Since the bus connections are only twice-daily from Venice to Mezzano, I have decided to rent a car and drive whilst in Italy next month. Hertz has great prices, and I’m a Gold Member. I must hie myself to AAA on Monday to procure and International Driving Permit.
And we’ll see what stories I will have about driving a manual-transmission Fiat from Venice into the Dolomites.
10 p.m. and heat warning is in effect. The temperature is 84° well after sundown.
U-Verse service really stinks. When I return from holiday, I’m dumping it. Apple TV will be my new approach, I think.
My niece Kristen is 27 years old today. This photo shows her more than 20 years ago, with our beloved Aunt Esther:
I’m grateful to my friend Robert for reminding me of this gem from Dame Julian of Norwich (c. 1342-1416):
As truly as God is our Father, so just as truly is he our Mother.
In our Father, God Almighty, we have our being;
In our merciful Mother we are remade and restored.
Our fragmented lives are knit together.
And by giving and yielding ourselves, through grace,
To the Holy Spirit we are made whole.
It is I, the strength and goodness of Fatherhood.
It is I, the wisdom of Motherhood.
It is I, the light and grace of holy love.
It is I, the Trinity.
I am the sovereign goodness in all things.
It is I who teach you to love.
It is I who teach you to desire.
It is I who am the reward of all true desiring.
All shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well. Amen.
I visited her cell whilst in Norwich for a week in 2015: