Feeds:Sixth Sunday after Pentecost
So I found what appears to be a very nice parish about a shady mile's walk away. The church building is huge and grand, and about halfway through being renovated. The people are very friendly, use the Book of Common Prayer, and have excellent taste in 'coffee hour' fare: namely, iced tea and fresh fruit. I'm probably not going to bother czeching out any other parishes.
As a testament to how much I've let my Spanish disintegrate, I saw a flier on the walk back advertising, I thought at first, free llamas. It was surrounded by pictures of telephones, and it still took me a minute. How am I supposed to ridicule/teach Spanish to Brian if I cannot even understand it myself?
And speaking of the writing on the wall, as it were, one of the things that has never failed, when I am in funk, to cheer me up is Hyde Park graffiti. The small (and fairly one-sided) turf wars of Azote and the Lizards against Ghost, the independent carvers and scrawlers, and the omnipresent sticker art, I love it all. So imagine my delight when I discovered that The Viking, my favorite new addition to the Hyde Park scene, has stuff all over my new neighborhood. Is it just one man, or a collective? Who cares, as long as he keeps up the good work.
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Hey, what's the parish you are talking about? I forget whether you're catholic or episcopalian (I know, it's a horrible thing to forget, believe me).
Sorry we missed you in Chicago. We'll be back soon though...
Good to hear you're doing well-ish, and interacting with small labby people.