PATTI-JO

Here is R.'s dog...or soon-to-be dog, when he can manage to catch her and take her home. He's gone to Mexico today and will be visiting his sister for a few days, but will be back on the weekend. Note the chewed light cord. When Annie was there early this morning, the large silk bouquets from the urns were removed and the dog had them in her lair chewing on them. Annie retreived them and put them back. I came later and picked up the pieces of chewed off flowers and took them to the trash, destroying evidence of Patti-Jo's wrongdoing. I don't know what R. has in mind for the dog's name, but I am calling her Patti-Jo after St. Patrick and St. Joseph whose feast days are around the time she arrived at the church.
I fed her and filled her water this morning, then came back after Lydia and I went for lunch, and brought her two pieces of Texas toast, which she took, piece by piece, from my hand as I sat on the bench. While I was doing that, Bob, a really nice elderly man who recently moved from my neighborhood to a neighborhood near the church, stopped by on his riding lawnmower and trailer rig. He and I talked for a while, and I was glad to know where he is living now. He asked about the cannas I have growing at my house, so I think I'll dig some up for him in the next day or two. I had intended to get to it this afternoon, but lost my steam in the meantime.
Most of today was spent working on my parent talk for Sunday. I have four pages of the outline and notes. Now to fill it in, tighten it and narrow it down to one hour. I also got photos from the Youth Spectacular sent to the Diocesan Youth Office, and some things ordered for the religious education classes. While I was in the parish office, Eva came by with some delicious bread pudding for everyone. YUM! Mary and Leo came too, to start clearing the things out of what turned into the St. Vincent de Paul storeroom, so it can be another classroom for the next school year.