I hope that my readers had a good weekend. Sorry for my
silence, but Thursday evening Travalon and I were on the Union Terrace until
late in the evening, and Friday we had dinner at the Nau-Ti-Gal, so there wasn’t
time to blog either day.
Saturday Travalon and I met Richard Bonomo and OK Cap for
coffee, then they both came over to our house, Rich to help with plumbing
issues and OK Cap to pray the rosary. OK Cap and I went to a book release party
at the Dream Bank, and Travalon met us there. The book was about fighting "adultitis," so there were fun crafts and toys and brightly-colored donuts with sprinkles. It had been a strange day weather-wise,
but later in the afternoon it got nicer so Travalon and I went to my garden
plot and took a hike on Governor’s Island. Then we went to evening Mass at the
church near our house before going to watch the Madison Forward play against
the Richmond Kickers again. This time they beat them 1-0. Revenge is sweet!
The reason we went to Mass on Saturday was so that Sunday we
could go to Travalon’s hometown of Pewaukee and attend the last-ever service at
his childhood church, Historic St. Mary’s. The school closed three years ago,
so the church has been rented out to a non-denominational church that has taken
good care of the 150-year-old building. Sadly, the merged parish that owns the
building wants to sell it to a developer to build high-priced senior housing,
and they plan to tear it down next Sunday. I was extremely angry about this,
but the pastor at the service we attended gave a sermon about how we can be
like drinking fountains: bursting out all over everything, barely putting forth
any effort, or producing a good stream. I thought yeah, I shouldn’t be that
first drinking fountain, and then the Holy Spirit gave me the idea to bombard
the merged parish’s email with scriptural quotes showing how evil they are
being, like “Mene Mene Tekel Parsin.” (One of the creepiest stories in the
Bible.) Will this work? Who knows? Today I sent them yet another message, but
so far they haven’t responded. And I don’t really need them to – I just need
them to change their evil ways. Then Travalon and I had lunch at Seesters, a
Mexican restaurant on the shores of Pewaukee Lake, and then we drove to
Oconomowoc and hung out with his mom on the shores of Lake LaBelle. Best of
all, when we got back into town, our neighbor took us sailing on Lake Mendota,
and it was a windy day so we really got some speed. When we were returning in
the channel, where it is more sheltered, and the jib sail was down, our neighbor
had me take the rudder and I really felt like I was in Heaven, steering the
calmly sailing boat between the sylvan shores. Which is funny, because I also
feel like I am in Heaven when I go to my garden plot, so is Heaven like both of
those things? Like neither of them? Who knows? In the evening we returned to
Breese Stevens Field, this time to see Hall and Oates perform. We knew every
song they did except one that sounded like Steely Dan. Which of course meant it
was great.
Yesterday Travalon had the day off of work, so I took it off
too. Of course it was the one rainy day in the forecast, but that made it
wonderful for sleeping in! Then we drove to the lake house his college buddy is
renting on the shores of Waubeesee Lake. It was too drizzly out to have lunch
on the patio overlooking the lake, but we sat in the screened-in porch
overlooking the lake and played a card game we had never played before with
this guy’s mom and stepdad, who barely beat me. When the rain let up a little,
we went kayaking, but of course I fell in while trying to get into my kayak. We
paddled around an island and into an inlet, then after our clothes had dried
(Travalon got wet too), we went to a Mexican restaurant for dinner. Despite the
weather, it was a fabulous day off!
Famous Hat
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