The Monastery cat. In true fairy tale fashion this cat turned up at the patio door, 15 years ago, on a very wet, cold night, face pressed against the door, and Peter and Michael took her in. And she's never looked back. She is as well behaved as Bubbles. At mealtimes she sits on the sideboard behind Michael, and when he lays his knife and fork on the plate and pushes the chair back, she knows she can jump in his lap. He sometimes puts his plate down with a few morsels for her. At first I cringed at that....then I told myself that dishwashers get the water up to very high temperatures, it should be alright.
That television by the way is a lot more than a tv. Michael gets the BBC and German news channels through the internet on it. And when I arrived in the middle of an Oblates Meeting, it was being video conferenced to people in Colorado, and another state.
Someone said they thought monks lived in cells, they didn't have flat screen televisions and grand pianos in their living rooms. Monastic life has obviously moved on from Bede and his monastery in Jarrow, writing the History of England.
The Gulf of Mexico. The beach. Peter and Michael thought I would jump out of the car and run along the beach. I am not sure if they believed me, but it is like this all the way along.
Driving back along what I suppose is the coast road, through the oil refineries, I thought this was the best view of the ocean I was going to get, so pulled over,
The menu was - caramelized carrot soup; prime rib of beef au jus; mashed potatoes; roasted Brussels; rolls; white fruitcake, chocolate orange peels, vanilla ice cream, nut toffee.
All the time I was away I was plagued with the neck pain/headache at the base of my skull, Michael and Peter lent me something that is heated in the microwave, to put on my neck. And now I am home I have been lying on a hot water bottle since I got back. I might see the doctor again tomorrow, but I know she wants me to go to a neurosurgeon in Norman, but that road is paved with thousands of dollars worth of CT scans and MRI's. I might ask her if she thinks I've just got arthritis there.
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