Ann drove off this morning so we're back to Mom & Dad alone at home. It's great to have her here but it's also great to wave goodbye. Can you say "comfortable rut?"
And it's sunny today. Ahh, I love sunny days. Yesterday's fog was awful, wasn't it?
December 27--Write about a time someone told you a secret. The seal of the confessional. That was always the hardest burden for Father Loefler to bear. For all the years of his priesthood he felt the weight of the sins heaped upon him every Saturday when he heard confessions. Not that many priests call the sacrament Confession anymore, most parishes have Reconciliation, a silly pretense that consisted of a church filled with penitents and a priest giving blanket absolution from the altar. How was he supposed to judge contrition or give counsel? How could he grant absolution willy nilly and keep his own conscience quiet? He found that as the years went by he felt the need to develop a way to offload the heaviest sins, the darkest secrets that floated through the screen that separated the priest from the confessing. At times he was surprised that he didn't drop with their weight.
Jenny and Jennifer, I know you both have in-home internet access, so where are you? I'm lonely over here. I feel like I'm hollering down a well.
--Barbara
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