Saturday, August 04, 2007
Uncle Frankie, both my parents & I went out with cousin Fran last evening for her birthday. We all went to Kildare's Irish Restaurant in Montage at the shopping center. Fran hepped me to their quite groovy Harp brewsky. A splendid time was had by one & all. It's a very nice place & believe it or not, The Irish Pub & Katie Daley's on Long Island could take a few tips from this bunch. The variety of food, hooch, etc. seems to be much better at this one. The AAA Yankees were playing at their nearby stadium so we were, alas, forced to contend with more than a smidge of traffic. When we first showed up, it looked as if it were going to start absolutely pouring. The sky was full of dark clouds. Nothing ever came of it though. They have such an especially groovy mall over there but I've still never seen it from the inside. It's right by the same place Gino & I went to see Meat Loaf. I've finally & at last finished the Dostoyevsky book & moved on to Flannery O'Connor's Wise Blood again. It's much shorter & infinitely easier on the eyes & attention span. I've been reading another book too. This one's about St. Bernard of Clairvaux. It's awfully stuffy & deep but quite seriously interesting. Hey, somebody most has to be preoccupied with that kind of thing. We most certainly can't all be expected to like sports.
Friday, August 03, 2007
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Today cousins Fran & Elaine, both from Pa., celebrate birthdays. Fran's fifty. Elaine's too old even to try to figure it out. I've just sent Elaine her official Beatle posty. It appears that she's already gotten it. Yesterday I got an invitation in the mail from Fr. Kakareka to go back to St. Martha's for yet another day of recollection in Stillwater. I already went to one last year. When I spoke to Ann on the phone, though, she explained that it's more for the Elysburg Carmelites & our fraternity wasn't planning on showing up this year. It's sort of far away for me. I got a ride last year with Mary Anne & Dana. I just overheard the library lady telling a patron that today's supposed to be even hotter than yesterday which was way up there anyway.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Jennifer, one of the New Yorkers of our crowd, poor kid, sent out some pictures of Stacy's recent wedding. We all had a smashing time. Well, folks, it's the very first day of a brand spankin' new month. Tomorrow is Cousin Frannie's fiftieth birthday, by golly. Where, oh where has all the time gone? It really very much seems as if only a very short time ago, we were all young_uns. Yesterday I got an invitiation from St. John's High School in West Islip to fill out another questionnaire for their very latest updated alumni directory. I was in the class of 1977. I just found out that there's a comic strip character, created by Shannon Wheeler, named Too Much Coffee Man. Ever since I was only a really young_un in my late teens, my vile, evil, nefarious & even bad coffee addiction has been making my life a living nuthouse. It does extremely bad things to me but I stick with it through thick & thin. It used to give me all sorts of weird problems & still, to this very day, gets me awfully knocked out of whackish. I refuse to give up anyway. I am too much coffee man.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
This morning I mowed the lawn. It was an entirely easy job, taking under a half hour. The only catch to that thing is that on very hot days, I absolutely have to have my water supply replenished. I'm down to pretty much just about the end of The Brothers Karamazov. It's quite seriously intense reading. Dosotyevsky was quite the bright guy for such a basket case. He's like a lot of super geniuses throughout history: weird with a very bright side. I've already read the book a few times over by now anyway but it never gets stale. Yesterday I went to the Hoyt Library. It's another one that puts Copiague's nut house to shame. Peace & quiet reign supreme. People know how to behave. Lately the libraries are all crowded. It's good in a way because I have to discipline myself about how much time I spend on a computer. It rains occasionally here but Mary Anne & Steve were telling me on an e.mail that it's been raining for well over two entire months straight through over in Ireland. I'd go nuts over there.
Monday, July 30, 2007
I finally & at last got my very first ever shot at being a lector at O.L.Sorrows. On Friday, at 5:00 p.m. Mass, I showed up, all gussied up, & lectored for Fr. Walsh. It was my very first time since my glory days at O.L.P.H. I suppose my city slicker accent must have kept all these here goobers in total awe. Believe it or not, I'm now down to my last 250 pages of The Brothers Karamazov. Saturday & Sunday I spent a couple of hours each night at the feast at St. Anthony of Padua's church in Exeter. Last night I got the really bright idea to volunteer to help. Because there was a torrential downpour I got stuck with the job of clearing the water off all the chairs. Everything got soaked. I even won a little money on Saturday night at the money wheel. Last night I even got yet another of my trademark headaches but a couple of pills in the middle of hte night got rid of it in a hurry. I haven't seen the new movie by the Simpsons (Homer & family, not Ashely & Jessica though I can't tell them apart anyway.) but I've been catching their show once in a while. They can be pretty neat at times. I got kicked out of my usual library so now I'm in the Hoyt. It most certainly appears to be back in quite groovy shape considering that it was closed down for many months because of a major storm. It's nice & quiet so I really like it here. Uncle Frankie showed up again last night & today. I've been getting very many hits on wheresgeorge lately. FInally & at last, somebody's been catching my bills every once in a while.