Homework

My buddy Krebs sits next to me in my class. I just read her blog and we look at things so differently. She is a serious student, a great writer, but I just slap things together. I enjoy the book assignments. Currently I am reading a book how the wolves eat the little fishes or how evil powers try to come into everything and mess up the universe. Now Krebs could name you the title, the author and all of that. I just read the book and have fun. I need to see the big picture and then relate it to the world we live in.

From the office

My boss, Mr. Finkelstein, is getting an advanced degree and ran off his dissertation. Three copies, wax bound. He will graduate in May. I am happy I will be in Alaska in March. It will be good for me to be gone on a vacation. I enjoy my homework for the Religious Revolution class. We meet underground every other week. Carlos left for Florida. Left me a quite a bit of work. It came today per mail. I am quite stretched and will have to watch it so that I do not become grumpy. Fizzy at the College for the Muslims downtown will be out in February again. I enjoy his company. OOh, I just remembered I promised him to mail him a picture.

It's Sunday

My best friend Half and Half is out of town. Half and Half is a married Catholic nun. That is why she got the name. She takes in orphans. It is a job that pays nothing, gives her a lot of headaches and a saintly reward in heaven. I could not touch it. I took a singing frog to Anna in day care. She loved it. It is a lobotomized frog on batteries. I told her if she kissed him it will become a very holy priest. Lots of homework to do today. I have been nominated to serve on the board of the infidel. It is a new appointment for me in the diocese. My friend Vern nominated me. I like him. It is the other guy, the bar-o-meter, who might cause problems. Not up front, just in the background. He smirked when I had to introduce myself but he did not know the appointment was coming and it was fun seeing him gasping for air.

Which is better?

I gave a ton of blood today at the doctor. Ken would have had a fit if he had seen how the blood was drawn. I kept my mouth shut. Too tired to correct. I am in the "rule out" phase of medicine. We will see what happens in a few weeks. My ankle is swollen and I cannot walk without limping. Told to take another anti-inflammatory drug and a higher dose in a few days, stomach permitting. I will have a healed ankle and a hole in the stomach.

The head stays on.

My buddy Krebs and I went to the Ecumenical Cooking School in the big city next door last night. The cooking school classes are held in this French castle - quite appropriate for "haute cuisine." They train seminarians as a side line. All the freshly ordained priests in the diocese learn how to handle forks and knives properly and learn how to complain to the headwaiter. Priest: 'What is the fly doing in my soup?' Headwaiter: 'It is doing the backstroke, of course, padre.' My friend is a graduate of the school and I thought I could learn to cook a few more dishes and stay away from eating dog food. 'Start at the top,' (you flop to the bottom quite naturally) - that is my idea of living right now.
We saw a movie how the farm families of Le Chambon, France, lived out the Bible during the WWII, and saved approximately 5000 Jews. 'Love your neighbor.' That is a very valuable lesson to learn in cooking school otherwise one would be tempted to grab the steak and leave the little custom- pealed, frenchyfied potatoes for the neighbor. So the first lesson was a success. We meet again in two weeks and I have to write a report on the movie. The professor, Mr. Gorwomen, gave us a ton of cook books to read. 'Slice, slice, cut, cut. Oooh-ooh the head was supposed to stay on? Sorry I missed that.'

Fast Food

The starlings and crows took possession of a dumpster at a McDonalds. I watched them. They were all fat little birds and I wondered if they died of heart disease or fatty liver disease or if it mattered at all in bird metabolism. I suspect it does. It is probably written up in some scientific journal what the intake of french fries does to a middle age starling. The crows helped themselves to a dumpster meal and eyed the starlings. A plumb, dead starling must be a nice blend in the diet for crows.
My boss, Mr. Finkelstein, gave a talk on Christian-Jewish relations tonight. French fries for the soul. I like french fries. I hope I don't keel over soon.

The Turkey Buzzard

I watched a turkey buzzard today while I had my car inspected. It is a beautiful animal far away and so ugly close up. It reminded me of a certain diocesan priest at the Church of the Six Flags over Jesus. He is ugly as the pest close up.

The bottom line

On Fridays I see my friend Teeny and we knit together. We work on different patterns individually but look through a pattern book each Friday that we explore jointly. We come up with great ideas. Currently we work on that great white garment pattern. She works from the top and I work from the bottom. We have different ideas and we ask each other questions and we always have a very good time together. The bottom line is that we both love to knit.

Working out

I went to the gym this morning at 7 a.m. Step up, step down, walk, stretch. Fifty minutes yearning to leave. The gym is like a cage that houses many human gerbils that run around looking for the fountain of youth. The TVs are blaring. I am watching someone else working out on the screen to numb my senses that it hurts. Oh I forgot, I still must wash my towels.