"I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt." Johnny Cash, Sunday Morning Coming Down. It's one of my favorite Johnny Cash songs, and I was living it yesterday after a fundraiser for Max's Catholic Heart Work Camp trip this summer. Whew, it was pretty bad, but I was able to finish getting my home-based flower beds ready and plant nearly 50 more lettuce plugs yesterday (with Marie's help).
My lettuce optimism last week may have been a little too high. After assessing the crop yesterday, I'm guessing I may have lost as many as half of the lettuce plugs to the winter storm last week. Quite a bummer.
Why, George Scott-Moncrieff asks, don't more people surrender themselves to God? It's because "we are fankled in our desires." G. Scott-Moncrieff, This Day. "Fankled." That was a new word to me, but I kinda like it. It means, from what I can figure, "tangled confusedly." That would be the passions and their impact on the heart.
Marie told me yesterday morning that Pope Francis had apparently established a new holy day, possibly of obligation (she said the blurb she saw was confusing). In my hungover sour disposition, I snarked, "Earth Day?" But no, it's Mary, Mother of the Church. I couldn't, incidentally, find anything to indicate it's a holy day of obligation.
I am blessedly ignorant of most things pop culture, but when things like this escape my notice (which it did), I begin to think I should pay a little bit more attention: "Hip-hop artist Kanye West was criticized by the left for his support of Donald Trump during the 2016 presidential race. But anyone who thought that would lead him to walk away from conservative ideas found out recently that he instead may be doubling down." Link.