To Market

 

Well good morning dear reader(s), I come to you on a chilly morning in Columbus, feeling somewhat groggy though determined to find some wonderment today. I’m making an early morning run to Kroger to pick up some provisions for brunch and Stuffed Shells tomorrow night. Tonight it’s Chicken Pitas with Arugula, which should be a crowd pleaser (I’m hoping). 

Last night’s performance by the Carthage Choir at St. Joseph’s was absolutely wonderful—the selections were nothing short of heavenly, and I clapped loudly in appreciation after each musical selection. During the intermission, mom and I found the white candles in the back you could pick to light a candle in memory of a loved one. We lit one for Dad, and it stood tall, stoic and proud. I chuckled to myself. I told mom I found it odd that my eyes kept tearing up from the moment we walked into the church—I’m not sure why this was, but she said her eyes water a lot too, so I chalked it up to some genetic thing I’ve inherited.

Mom and I talked this morning about how wonderful it was to see the young folks in the choir so excited and happy to be performing for us in the church. There is so much bad news about the youth in this country, and how refreshing it was to see the joy, spirituality and energy of the choir in this fantastic setting. Although there were no telescope pictures accompanying the performance as I originally thought, I found I didn’t miss that, the music was all I needed to lift my spirits last night. I was curious though why more people weren’t at the performance—in this place of over 2 million people, why were there only a handful of us in the church? I guess I don’t know, could be it wasn’t publicized enough? Boy, a lot of people missed out!

I watched “The Notebook” last night, and forgot about the references to Walt Whitman, and that has me curious about looking up some of his poems today. Or perhaps I scroll through the Disney Channel, looking for some Marvel movies to occupy my Saturday afternoon. As I said, I hope the wonderment I experienced last night continues. Maybe I throw in an art book too. Toulouse-Lautrec, anyone? Giggle. Have a good day.