Mrs. Curley left with her parents for Florida to visit grandparents this morning. She took two of the kids with her, leaving me four boys and the youngest girl. They had gone to an earlier Mass and were still packing as we left for the 10:00 Mass. My two youngest whined for their Mother most of the way to Mass. They begged me to slow down so they wouldn't be getting so far away from their mother so quickly.
This afternoon we played some baseball in the front yard. Somewhere in the move here two years ago our bats got lost. So we use an old part of an oar we found hanging around. The handle is taped tightly to lessen the sting. Using the oar is actually good. Even with my mightiest swing I don't think I could reach the street using the oar.
During our playing, one of my sons was having real trouble throwing the ball straight to me. I was getting frustrated until I realized that while I spend a good deal of time with my boys working and doing other things, I haven't spent much time with them throwing the baseball, at least not since we moved to Bethany.
Friday we put on a little show for Nanny and Grampy. Some of the stuff we had done before for our own enjoyment (see this post.)
I was reminded today when reading this post over at Openbook that I was going to re-read "He Leadeth Me" for Lent. I had first read "With God in Russia" some years ago. I wondered why Fr. Ciszak's simply told the 'facts' in this book-not much as to what he was thinking and going through spiritually during his captivity. Apparently he wasn't ready to write it yet. He covers the same ground in "He Leadeth Me" except from the spritual side. It is powerful and at times surprising. Total dependence on God and true humility takes on a new meaning. I will start it this week.
So far during Lent I have been doing penance by reading yet another Flannery O'Connor novel, "The Violent Bear it Away", which I just finished. (I just don't understand why I continue to read when I complain after every story.) But now it is time to get serious about Lenten reading. I have been too lazy. More later tonight, the rosary calls...
From Bethany, the small holding in Bethune...Oremus pro invicem!