Monday 5:36 AM

 It rained overnight.

It’s thunder storming now.

Rain not welcome at this instant in history.  There are already floods.

Sunday 6:41 PM

 

It was a hot humid day.  But I was in an air-conditioned Safeway so I wasn’t impacted.  I did feel the humidity as I walked to the now air-conditioned Sportage.

Late in the afternoon, the sky clouded up suggesting the possibility of a late evening thunderstorm.

At Safeway, a gentleman, I talked to, told about his uncle who had Parkinson’s: the uncle said smoking marijuana helped him to operate. 

Was watching the Norway Brazil game at the Safeway.  I saw a woman wearing a Brazil shirt. Don’t think she was a football fan.

At Wendy’s, this English gentleman gave Tony a list of books to read.

Getting my haircut, I met a Korean Chinese couple. Their son was half Chinese. As was my Tony, I told them.

Wouldn’t want to be outside today!

 It’s hot!

Assiniboine River

 

The bridge is 18th street.  The river is high but hasn’t crested.

Sunday 6:09 AM

 I’ve been coming upon lots of news of towns in the area, towns that I have been to, preparing for swollen rivers by putting up sandbag dykes.

I’ll be working at a place near one of these dykes today.

“Winter’s thunder and Summer’s flood never boded Englishmen good.”

—Nadie tiene capital sentimental suficiente para

malgastar el entusiasmo.

—Nobody has so much sentimental capital that he can

afford to squander his enthusiasm.

Lord! Cure me of my contemptible disease of judging others. In the words of your Servant, Saint Patrick of Ireland, let me always recognize myself as “a sinner, most uncultivated and least of all the faithful, and despised in the eyes of many.”

Aubade: a poem about the early morning.

Saturday 9:10 PM

 A lovely evening, however:

—Nadie tiene capital sentimental suficiente para

malgastar el entusiasmo.

—Nobody has so much sentimental capital that he can

afford to squander his enthusiasm.

NGD is from Columbia, so I will cheer for them in the WC.

A man who was studying archery took two arrows in his hand' and stood before the target.

'A beginner should not hold two arrows,' his teacher told him. 'You will be careless with the first, knowing you have a second. You must always be determined to hit the target with the single arrow you shoot, and have no thought beyond this.' With only two arrows, and standing before his master, would he really be inclined to be slapdash with one of them? Yet although he may not have been aware of his own carelessness, his teacher was. The same injunction surely applies in all matters.

A man engaged in Buddhist practice will tell himself at night that there is always the morning, or in the morning will anticipate the night, always intending to make more effort later. And if such are your days, how much less aware must you be of the passing moment's indolence. Why should it be so difficult to carry something out right now when you think of it, to seize the instant?

“Unconverted man lives in the visible world judging all that is or may be by tradition’s experience and by the rules of logic. But when he encounters Christ, he must either accept him and his revolutionary approach to truth or lose him. If he attempts to judge also the Lord by the standards of common experience, he will soon notice that he is dealing with something outside experience. He will have to discard the norms of the past, and take Christ as his new point of departure. When he no longer attempts to subject Christ to immediate reason and experience, he will recognize him as the supreme measure of all possible reality.”

Brandon Correl Centre

 Or is it the Corral Centre?  Whatever! Who cares?!? Sue me!

Here’s the environs of the CC:

The Grand Valley. Le Valle Grande?

Notice the work being done in anticipation of possible flooding.

Today’s fundraising miscelánea:

A man from Wyoming in Brandon on the Fourth of July. Said he didn’t want to be in the U.S. for the holiday.  He was a cowboy.

Times are tough.

Not at the moment.

If I had money,

Not today, thank you.

I’m in a bit of a rush!

Are you the sort of guy who likes to pick pretty flowers in an azure green meadow where you hear birds delightfully chirping songs of summer and where you can gaze upon deers with cottony soft tails hopping daintily with cute rabbits? Or are you a fellow who prefers the butch thunder of high explosive shells zooming through the sky reeking destruction and mayhem upon all without discrimination or moral justification ?

No. I’m good. Thanks.

I don’t have any change. Sorry!

Not right now.

I’m sorry, but I can’t.

I’m gonna pass!

He is a precious flower. A real tulip.

Morocco 3 Canada 0.  Morocco was not dazzling.  They did what they had to do.  Canada put up a good show in the first half.

Can France beat Paraguay. Doubt it, I highly  do.

I don’t think today thanks.

I have no cash and my mother’s debit card.

I have MS.  It’s horrible!

Yes I would be interested but right now, I am kind of short.

I talked to a one armed man.  Nice person.  He was talking to some American with a southern drawl.

It’s a hot one out there.

Took a poo at Winners.

You know I did last time you were here.

Yes, but not through here.

I don’t have any change or anything.

I’m okay right now.

I’m alright thanks.

I did this the other day!

Saturday 5:38 AM

 Risen and shining!  Ha ha!

It’s stuffy at night!

He is never alone who is accompanied with noble thoughts.

Friday 4:01 PM

 I wanted Egypt to beat Australia.

I want Morocco to beat Canada.  I talked to someone with Moroccan connections this morning.

Ray Pero and Chairman Xi:

  

He is not poor that not hath much, but he that craves much.

Less Democracy

Friday 6:00 AM

 Interesting cloud pattern.

My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against you whom I should love above all things. I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Our Savior Jesus Christ suffered and died for us. In his name, my God, have mercy.

Lord Jesus hanging on the Cross, I raise sorrowful and shameful eyes to you. You have granted me untold blessings and I have repaid you by contributing to your Passion and death. My hands took part in your scourging, my voice was among those who denied you and called for your death, my thoughts brought about your crowning with thorns, my sins drove the nails into your hands and feet, the lance into your side. 

Dear Lord, forgive me for all these sins. You are great, glorious, and infinitely good; I am insignificant, selfish, and hopelessly sinful. But I am sorry for all my sins, and by the Blood shed in your Passion, I beg for forgiveness and for a share in your love and grace.