Last week I received a box in the mail from my sister. I was so happy to see it contained a box of candy. It was the cutest thing… all different kinds of candy in one little box. When I called my sister to thank her, she was aghast that it took several weeks for her Valentines gift for me to make its way from New York to Colorado.
I am working both days this weekend. That does not make me happy. Enough said about that.
Tomorrow I will see what time Masses are at the Cathedral and go there either on my way to work or on my way home, or maybe for a lunch break.
Can I confide in you guys for a minute? I know most bloggers say they are blogging for themselves, but I have never felt that way. I could write in my own journal if I didn’t want it to be a conversation. I have always loved the conversation that is a blog. I never see it as “I post something, you read it.” I want to hear from you.
I was bitching a while back about a ridiculous commenter – I don’t like rude, insulting comments. But I like most comments. When I don’t get any, I don’t see any reason to write another post.
I am not complaining about this, but I am wondering what the point of “like” ing a post is. I don’t get it. Why not just say “hi?” There must be some point or people wouldn’t do it – and God knows I don’t want to gripe about someone “like”ing something I wrote, but I seriously don’t get it.
It is a spring-like day. I would have dearly loved to have been outside in it. But I sat in a building with no windows facing anything other than another brick wall, and when I left, there was a dead man on the sidewalk in front of the building. The paramedics were picking him up.
hmmmm, no one’s going to “like” this one with gruesome little details like that, eh?
We rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. — Romans 5:3-5