The Blog Monster

 

Today everything seemed to be going right at work, and I walked with my neighbor on my breaks. She asked the gardener in the next condo association over to take our photo in front of the garden. Notice that we are both wearing our FitBits.

The gardener commended us for walking so much, and another neighbor called us "the awesome twosome." I will sure miss this neighbor when she moves!

Adoration was another story completely. Once again someone was leaning right over me when there were other pews and even plenty of room in her own pew. Suddenly everyone left and I was alone, so I took Niko out of my purse to show him the chapel and settled in to write about my mystical experience. Just then a guy came in with two kids, a girl of maybe seven and a boy of maybe five, and the boy was totally out of control. I thought he was a bit old to be constantly shouting and jumping around, but maybe he was neurodivergent. I blamed the father more for bringing his kid to a place where he couldn't stay quiet. The dad kept saying, "Are you ready to leave?" and the boy would holler, "No!" but it shouldn't be up to him. Was this some sort of test? I kept shooting them dirty looks, but maybe I should have been more charitable. Still, why would you bring a kid who can't keep quiet to a place that's supposed to be totally silent? Though for all I know the boy was having his own mystical experience as he jumped around in front of the altar. This just goes to show that no matter how close I felt to God last Wednesday, I still have a long, long way to go.

As promised, here the Murano glass rosary I got at the shrine in Champion. It kind of looks leopard-patterned.

Every evening Travalon watches (or, more accurately, sleeps in front of) videos or movies on his computer while I am blogging, then I ask him to proofread my blog. And almost every evening, when I say, "Honey?" he half wakes up and says something that sounds like: "Blaahhgh?" He has a very deep voice like Cookie Monster, and I said he sounded like the Blog Monster. He said he would get the kids at work to draw their depiction of the Blog Monster, and today he got a couple! You know a monster drawn by a five-year-old girl is going to be totes adorbs.

This is what a teenage boy thought a Blog Monster would look like.

Travalon said his own depiction of the Blog Monster would look like the Loch Ness Monster.

Apparently the Blog Monster smokes a pipe and wears a tam-o-shanter, which I guess makes sense if he's Scottish. Or is the Blog Monster even a he? Who's to say it's not a she? All we know for sure is that the Blog Monster's cry is "Blaahhgh?"

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