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.

Saturday 6:35 AM

 

I can hear rain hitting the roof.

I had two classes this morning. One cancelled. Just as well.  Morning will be less hectic.

Today. Killarney.  Need a better location for setup.

Mosquitos.

Increased my French score to 89.

Pray for David Warren

 David Warren at Essays in Idleness has always been my favorite blogger.  Notoriously cheap as I am, I did send him a donation.

Anyway, this latest entry  reads like a sign off, and I like this statement of belief:

The most superlative protection comes through making art. It is the natural expression of faith in action. The greatest threats come through bureaucrats and bureaucracies. I am for creative freedom, and voluntary acts, and against taxmen and oppressors.

Similarly, NGD said:  Man’s three enemies are: the devil, the state and technology.  

Friday 6:55 AM

 

I got up ten minutes before my 7:00 AM Class.

I blame the fog.

Thursday 10:30 AM

 Crummy weather.

No Twenix bookings this morning,

Thursday 6:28 AM

 Dawn.

Tony’s Orientation Day.

In Ukraine, they’ve started school. In Canada, they start September 8. Late, in Italy.

This morning, I wait around for bookings on Twenix.

From my early morning NGD reading:

La calidad de una inteligencia depende menos de lo

que entiende que de lo que la hace sonreír.

—The quality of an intelligence depends less on what

it understands than on what makes it smile.

Wednesday Evening Walk

 I followed my son as he went on an evening stroll.  Good to see him getting out of the house.

The houses we saw were nice enough.

Too many mosquitos killed the comfort of the evening coolness.

What was missing? I asked myself.  Anyone in the neighborhood who was soulful, thinking of eternity?