Monday 11:20 AM

 Rainy Long Weekend Monday.

What to do?  No Twenix bookings. Tony wants me to take to a place where he can buy a lock.

I need to be able to concentrate, to focus.  Too many things pulling me from what I am trying to do in the instance.  God or Reading or Getting Income or Trying to please people in my life or dealing with chores or putting out metaphorical fires or blogging or learning.

NGD:  The Soul is man’s task.  I should concentrate on that.  The rest is details.

Basement Flooding

 Someone I know had their basement flood last night because of severe rain.

I had somehow managed to avoid the big rain’s yesterday.  In Killarney, the rain was more menacing than actually torrential.

I did see lightning against the back drop of a blue sky.  It was strange to behold:  the lightning looked like the electric charges you would see in a static globe: the one you would see in a science museum.  

It’s the 250th Day of the year!

 115 days to go!

Speak the truth in love and always with respect and discretion, but speak the truth.

Long Weekend Monday 7:30 AM

 Feels like early autumn.

I told my two early rising contacts to be up early this day.

I used the coffee machine to make coffee.

I’ve already done my Duolingo daily requirement.  I have 28 of the 70 points I need to earn my September challenge badge.

Hopefully, I get a couple Twenix bookings this morning.

In Killarney, I overheard two locals talk about the weather.  “It’s harvesting time, so of course it’s raining!”

I meet a Ukranian and Russian in Killarney.  

Also dropped into the local Asian store and saw it was run by a Filipino couple.  Nice people.

NGD:

 —Nuestra miseria proviene menos de nuestros problemas que de las soluciones que les son idóneas.

—Our misery proceeds less from our problems than from the solutions which are appropriate for them.

Highway 18 to Ninette and Killarney

 I took highway 2 and then Highway 18 to get to Killarney today.  Before I had taken highway 23.

These photos don’t do this stretch of road justice, but it was a pretty stretch of road.  It was hilly and I came upon the town of Ninette and upon Pelican Lake.  Glad I was to have decided to explore it.

Driving in the valley that contained Ninette and Pelican Lake was a soul-elevating experience.  To be able to see that valley every day must be a privilege for those who live there year round.

I again spent my time outside in Killarney.

I overheard some conversations.  The Hutterites bought some foreclosed property I heard.  Someone recently celebrated his 86th birthday.

I experienced all kinds of weather.

And I took Highway 18 on the way back to Brandon.

Sunday 9:00 AM Mass

 I sat to the far right this morning.

Sunday 6:47 AM

 Don’t let this entry lead you to think I overslept.

I was up at 5:00 AM.

Driving from Killarney

 Tony drove.

Killarney

 Nice little town.

However, this was my fundraising location:

I was exposed to the elements and wasps.

I saw one of the wasps catch a moth.  The moth tried to get away from the wasp’s clutches; but it was to no avail: the moth’s furiously fluttering wings came to a standstill.

Driving to Killarney

 A heavy rain had hit the area.