Ah, summer. I’m taking first “stay-cation” this week. I’ll spend a little while on the road, but for the most part, I’m staying put. A few long days at the produce stand site, keeping my fingers on the pulse of a few files, reading, daily Mass. I’m greatly looking forward to it.
Max and I may have broken the $100 in grossly sales last week. It’s hard to say. We delivered the last ten pounds of produce to a local restaurant before Max left for a vacation with my in-laws and told the manager to pay us whatever he thinks it’s worth. If it’s worth even half the customary price paid by the restaurant, we will break $100.
It’s been a frustrating effort, I won’t lie, but I suppose few brand new businesses don’t have unexpected hills. Fortunately, things seem to be going more smoothly now and many of our “problems” shouldn’t repeat themselves next year. At this point, our key focuses are (i) developing regular crop production so we can serve large customers better (my job), and (ii) developing a broader individual customer base (Max’s job). I’m optimistic we will make strides in both areas, but either way, this is the year of experimentation and we got a very late start (just harvested my first crop at the produce stand last week). I think this partial year will give us a solid block to build on next year.
Neat blog post by a Cleveland-area priest: Coffee, Front Porches, and Church Whispers. It’s not about drinking, but it’s about the need for parishes to create community and places to meet (“front porches”). For long-time readers of TDE, you know such a call is, for me, code for a need to create more opportunities for social drinking.
The priest appears to agree with me. The best passage from the post (and the reason I’m linking to it):
Yesterday we had an example of this which is very popular in many places: we had Theology on Tap, Akron, an event and place for persons (primary in their 20s and 30s) to come and socialize and hear a great Catholic talk (thank you Mr. Brownfield!) I’ve heard some criticism about meeting in a bar but please remember that my parish, in the 40’s, ran its own bar with the preaching from the pulpit, “Remember, if you are going to drink, drink at your parish!”
Welcome to the first day of summer. Okay, not really. Summer apparently starts at 12:24 tomorrow morning. But we’re really close.
Wow, finally, a sports franchise stands up to the LGBTQIXYZ whatever brown shirt community: St. Louis Cardinals Resist LGBTQ Outcry Over ‘Christian Day.’ I’ve always been a Tigers fan and have long relished the ’68 Tigers’ 3-1 World Series comeback over the Cardinals, but you can color me a Cardinal fan now.
Apt observation from Theodore Dalrymple’s latest at Taki: “There is no better or more salutary way of reminding yourself of your own profound and irreparable ignorance than to browse in a well-stocked secondhand bookshop.”
Man, the Thomas Sowell Twitter feed is killing it: 102,000 followers. It’s not unusual for it to garner thousands of retweets. And it’s no wonder, what with quotes like this:
“It is hard for me to sympathize with young people who are trying to “find themselves.” When I was their age I was trying to find the rent.”
I sigh relief. I think the season of busy-ness is over. Although office life promises to stay ramped at difficult levels, the graduation season is over. Michael’s graduation party went well, and I survived the hangover, even getting to confession the next afternoon to “clear the decks” after a very difficult six-week period.
Who knows, the quality of blogging at TDE might even improve.
My focus is increasingly shifting to my Catholic history lectures that I’m starting in September. I’ve come to realize that I’m “strong” on the first 700 years, but after that, my strengths are “episodic”: the thirteenth century, focusing on Aquinas; parts of the Reformation; the Church and the French Revolution; etc. I have quite a few “holes” (okay, glaring tears in the fabric of knowledge) that I need to address.
Fortunately, I think I can fill them quickly because I’ve always tried to improve my historical sense. When I hear a reference to the terrible pope century (the 900s), I know we’re also talking Vikings and Magyars, immediately before Hastings, the darkest period before the light of the Middle Age dawn and its improvement of life. So even though I don’t know a lot about, say, the assassination of Pope John VIII, I have a broad framework in which to place it, which I think helps me fill the gaps relatively quickly.
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