For a Catholic, nothing is useless. Nothing needs to be wasted. The littlest sacrifice, the tiniest good deed, and the smallest moment can be transformed into a prayer. A smile for the cashier after a half-hour wait in line may get more souls out of Purgatory than you ever dreamed.
As I went off to work this morning (on the road again), I passed my two sons working the okra field down the road. A proud moment for papa.
We are working on the milking shed/slaughter house ferociously, as the day quickly approaches. Plans have changed so many times, my head is swirling. I will post pictures when they are available (maybe a couple months???)
TS' trip to New York fondly reminds me of my forays into Manhattan in past years. For several years in the late 90's I used to spend a few days in Manhattan once or twice a year. I am a creature of habit and not too adventurous. I found a favorite place to eat (and drink) and would go there habitually on every trip. It was Jameson's Pub (on 3rd, 4th, or 5th street-my memory is hazy, but I do recall it was right next to a pub named Murphy's into which I never ventured, having found my home.)
I used to order a Guinness and a bacon cheeseburger, with the intent each time of two beers and a burger. I recall the barkeep (the same one over a number of years-and he a young man with a thick brogue) would come to me just as I was finishing my first Guinness and ask, "And how did you say you wanted your burger?". Then as I finished my second, he would ask, "And did you want fries with that?" As I finished my third, he would place my meal and a 4th in front of me. As I asked for the check, he would say, "Ah, but I just am pouring another Guinness for you." It happened every time.
Oremus pro invicem!