Today I worked on campus and walked with Hardingfele. I made a "Lost Rosary" poster and printed out three copies, two to hang up near the Adoration Chapel and one to hang in my bedroom, so I can always remember my poor, little, lost rosary. Travalon said he thought there was no point in hanging one at the gas station I stopped at Tuesday night on my way home. I'd probably just get weirdos calling: "I have your rosary. Come meet me alone at this sketchy location." Everyone said they thought it fell out of my pocket in the car, but we never thought to check Travalon's car, so that is one last attempt we can make. Our shared governance meeting at the end of the day actually ended quickly so people could go hear a talk by one of the candidates for Chancellor, but I'm mad that the interim Chancellor isn't one of the candidates, so forget that. Instead I went to my old church and hung the posters.
This month has really been a roller coaster for my emotions, and it's not even in double digits yet. It started with that horrific plane crash, then the ecstasy of the election results, then the devastation of losing my favorite rosary, and sometimes it changes within an hour, like when I sat alone at a big table for forty-five minutes and then everyone arrived and it was a real party. Every time I think I've made peace with losing my rosary, I think, "But it has to be SOMEWHERE! Why didn't I put it somewhere safer? Why didn't I pray with it?" Making the posters did help me feel better. It probably won't help anything, but it was something to do, and they turned out really well, I thought. I did get a new rosary in the mail today. It's a Christmas rosary, and they sent a free bracelet with it.
Here are more screenshots from the train video Travalon took, I think, in Slinger.
