Was it the late, not-very-lamented Eleanor Roosevelt who had a column dubbed, "My Day"? Anyway, I am proud to say I'm the anti-Eleanor Roosevelt. I renounce all the Roosevelts' works, and all their empty promises.
But I'm happy to tell you about my day.
Today, I had Mass at my new parish, across town. I'm still learning how they do things. It has a communion service every day at 8 am, then Mass at 8:45; so I was there for both. The time inbetween was a good time of prayer.
After that, I stopped over to meet with the school's bookkeeper; then I stopped in the office at the other parish and did a little business. Then, I stopped at McDonalds for some breakfast, around 10 am, which I took home. I did a little blogging, then worked on a project for a couple of hours, more than I expected. Around 2, I stopped in the office at St. Boniface, did some phone calls and business, confirmed some appointments, checked in with staffmembers, and then prepared for something very important: time to bless the Sauce!
You see, this is our annual festival; and our venerable former pastor, Father Angelo Caserta, fixes a spaghetti dinner for Friday night. This afternoon, with his minions, he was in the school cafeteria preparing meatballs and sauce. And it falls to the pastor to "bless the Sauce!"
Well, of course I was there, around 4:15! There they were, pulling beautiful meatballs from the ovens, and endlessly stirring a massive vat of Sauce. (The vat was custom made by an auto shop so it covers all eight burners on the stove.) Father Ang always helpfully has some red Zinfandel wine on hand; both for the sauce, and as sauce, for the Pastor, among others.
So we toasted our festival, and I sampled the meatballs, con salsa: molte bene! Then, after some conversation, we blessed the Sauce, the meatballs, the workers, and the festival!
If you are anywhere nearby, do come to Piqua this weekend for our 51st annual festival; Friday and Saturday evening and all day Sunday. Father Caserta's famous Spaghetti Friday; pork tenderloins Saturday, and barbeque chicken Sunday.
All very good dinners last year; plus all kinds of fun and games, Texas Hold 'em, fried Twinkies as I recall, and all manner of fun stuff.
See you there!