Puddles

 The temperatures are above zero which is nice, but there are puddles, aka lakes, everywhere which make ambulating a bit of a chore.

Chuck Norris RIP

 I learned from my son that Chuck Norris had died.

I first had to confirm it was true because I remember being told he had died a year ago.

On WeChat, I loved making WeChat jokes in the Wuxi He Man group.

My favorite Chuck Norris joke?  When the cops pulled Chuck Norris over, he let them off with a warning.

Friday of the Fourth Week of Lent: 7:52 AM

 

I am starting this entry at the Shopper’s Mall.

I have already prayed the Rosary and extended the Duolingo Streak and talked to Nanjing and Anhui.

I drove Tony to school.  He be my son.  Then, I went to the bank, Sobey’s. Dollarama and Tim’s.  I’ll buy tickets for tomorrow evening’s Wheat King game.

I will read some NGD…I would rather say politicians or princes.

Man matures when he stops believing that politics

will solve his problems.

I would rather say politicians or princes.

Thursday of the Fourth Week of Lent: 8:07 AM

 I got up at 5:00 AM. I felt weary,

I did this;

The streak is extended.

I prayed the joyful mysteries.

I talked to Anhui Provincr.  I will talk to Moldova, Istanbul, New Brunswick, Toronto, and Alberta.

Grocery shopping.

From NGD:

“Whoever does not understand that two perfectly contrary attitudes can both be perfectly justified not to engage in criticism.”

A lot of pointless name calling would be avoided if people realized this.

Wednesday of the Fourth Week of Lent: 11:15 AM

 Yesterday the snow fell but it is quickly melting.

Last night at RCIA, we had an in-depth look at the Lord’s Prayer.  We have to forgive before we can be forgiven.

I turned on the light at 5:00 AM. I crossed myself.

Then:

I then spoke to Anhui Province.  I will do so, as well, on Thursday and Friday.

I started my planning for Maple Ridge, Istanbul, Fredericton, Toronto & Taiwan.

I drove Tony to school. I’ll have to work on the love.

I finished the planning.  Moldova tomorrow. Yes indeed.

Then Reading: Trollope, Gueranger, Guinness, Thompson,  Scripture, Collins, Davila, Escriva, Pieper et al.

NGD:   The two wings of intelligence are learning and love.  

 I’ll have to work on the love. The readings also check me on vanity.

And here’s another:

—El alma es la tarea del hombre.

—The soul is man’s task.

Yes indeed

Tuesday of the Fourth Week of Lent: 8:07 AM

 

I work up at 5:00 AM this morning.  I first did this:

I then prayed the Rosary.

I then had a two hour class with Nanjing, Anhui, and Kashgar.

All that time, I never bothered to look out the window.  When I did, I was annoyed to see it was snowing.  I had a busy day already and I didn’t have time for shoveling.

Then:

I drove my son to school.

I talked to my wife.  Wuxi,

I planned for classes this afternoon:  Columbia (maybe), Istanbul, Maple Ridge, Toronto.

Made this blog entry.

I will:

Do the classes.

Shovel snow.

Have a small meal.

Go to RCIA class.

Hopefully, not gnash teeth.

Pray.

Monday of the Fourth Week of Lent: 7:34 AM

 Life consists of me putting out fires.  Everyone is grumpy and unexpected things occur throwing a wrench into my current plans.

This morning:  extended my Duolingo streak, and talked to Anhui, China.  I was surprised to hear my student supporting the American attack on Iran.  His reasoning; Iran has become a nuisance, it needs to get rid of its regime.

Yesterday:

I went to 19:00 Mass.  I underwent the second scrutiny.  It was wonderful, but I couldn’t fully concentrate because the automatic garage door stopped working.

Later Today: Bank Deposit, drop off CARC at BSD, Maple Ridge, Istanbul, Trial lesson, Chile, Toronto, and more mashing of teeth.

Later: Trial lesson was a no show.  I did talk to my student in Istanbul.

Just came upon this NGD quote:

Nothing more unforgivable than caging ourselves

in the convictions of others when we ought to

try breaking even the bars of the dungeon of our

intelligence.

NGD is Catholic so he is not caged by the convictions of progressives.

From the bedroom I temporarily occupy, I contemplate the intricate patterns of this tree.

How is my son liking Canada?  In his bad moods, he wants to return to China.  He had never seen homeless people before.

Another NGD quote (I can’t help myself): —Resistance is futile when everything in the world is

conspiring to destroy what we admire.

We are always left, however, with an incorruptible

soul, so that we might contemplate, judge, and disdain.

Yes, clown world will continue.  Worry about your soul and the souls of those near and dear to you, as well as the souls of those who annoy you and of those whom you annoy.

 

One year ago

 This could have been posted in Facebook, but I decided to post it here,

Sunday 9:47 AM View

 So far this morning: Rosary prayed (sorrowful on Sunday during Lent), Duolingo, class with Anhui, class with Toronto, secure an afternoon class with a student in Istanbul (a pretty Turkish accountant who observes Ramadan), make Mom coffee, rouse my son out bed, reading (where I extracted a NGD quote), the previous entry.

Will: have that class, take my son to the Mall, and go to 19:00 Mass for second scrutiny about light.

Fourth Sunday of Lent: 7:55 AM

 

Nice looking sky.

From NGD:

A revolutionary is a would-be civil servant. A rebel is

an actual reactionary

So what are you? A rebel or revolutionary? I’m a rebel I hope.  Though by economic circumstances, I am a revolutionary, not brave enough to be a rebel.