In 1979 I asked my then 3 year old son what he wanted for his birthday dinner. He told me, maybe with a bit of coaching, that he wanted lasagna and banana cream pie. I wouldn’t have coached him to say banana cream pie, because I have never liked it. I can’t imagine a 3 year old coming up with such a menu, but I know he did. And every year since then, whenever he has not been at war, I have made him this same thing. I made the lasagna yesterday, and the pie this morning. I am still so full from lunch I can’t eat dinner. That’s gross. Thank God it is only once a year.
The 10 miles about killed me yesterday. I totally forgot how difficult that course is. I am still hurting and bought Salonpas patches this morning… thought it was worth a try. I don’t think it helped, but perhaps it did.
This morning at Mass, there was an announcement about an informational meeting about becoming a Stephen Minister. I signed up for the meeting. I have always thought of doing this, I will see how the meeting goes. And if it is even possible for me to get the 50 hours of training.
I feel so far removed from those patients I loved so much at the hospital. And dare I even admit, I feel so far removed from the newer women in the program. My sponsor warned me about getting older and being sober a long time… we know we are just sober today, but the new ladies don’t. And they want to be with people their own ages. I don’t seem to have the patience for the drama anymore either.
I will pray about this and see where the Holy Spirit leads me.
Tantum ergo Sacramentum
Et antiquum documentum
Novo cedat ritui:
Praestet fides supplementum
Down in adoration falling,
Lo! the sacred Host we hail,
Lo! oe’r ancient forms departing
Newer rites of grace prevail;
Faith for all defects supplying,
Where the feeble senses fail.