SUNDAY: We went to the diner. It’s like Cheers, but with omelets. We always run into someone we know, the manager knows us by name and some of the waitresses can place our orders without checking with us first!
FRIDAY: Mahi burgers with grilled pineapple and honey mustard. We didn’t even miss the bun. You can find Mahi burgers in the frozen (not breaded!) seafood section at the grocery store. TheKid suggests that next time, we make fish tacos out of the Mahi burgers. Sounds like a plan!
SATURDAY: We went to our favorite diner. I got a hot open-faced roast beef sandwich and French fries. (They never do give enough gravy on these–I like to put the gravy on the fries as well.)
Yup. I’m really late today. I spent the morning in the school library, like I do on most Fridays. In the afternoon I was the second-grade substitute. We had a little extra time, so I played a game with them: guess how to spell my name. (The kids have known me since pre-K, but have never seen my name written down.)
It took them 20 minutes.
Here’s what we had for supper this week.
Friday 30: Steelhead trout, baked with olive oil and salt. There were side dishes, but I have no idea what they were.
Saturday 31: Hoagies on the way to the Notre Dame football game! Go Irish!
Sunday 1: Pork chops with apple cider-mustard glaze and roasted sweet potatoes with apples, carrots and onions. I still need to write up the recipe!
FRIDAY 10/23: Teriyaki salmon, fried rice, vegetables. We used the fried-rice recipe linked above with no added shrimp or vegetables, just onions and garlic, since we were having other vegetables on the side.
SATURDAY 10/24: TheKid was in a show. We had tickets–so we dropped him off for an early call time and had dinner out before the show.
THURSDAY: The dinner plan went right out the window when TheKid walked around the corner to get a haircut (we’re less than half a mile from a shopping center with Target, Panera, Taco Hell, cheap haircut place and more. I’ve hit on the important stuff.)–anyway, a little dog followed him home. We put him (the dog, not TheKid) in our yard and checked his license tag, which only had a license number, no phone number or anything else, and then called the township who forwarded the whole thing to animal control. Meanwhile TheKid called a friend who has a dog to get some kibble for him. And then we were afraid that the dog might just be put down, and he was a friendly little fellow, so I tied a rope to his collar and started walking down the street asking people if they knew the dog. One neighbor drove around the block to ask someone he thought might know who owned it. We finally tracked him down to the house right near where he’d joined TheKid on his way home from the haircut. Apparently they have a doggie door, and the dog knows how to open the gate. No one was home, so I left a note with my phone number and took Louie home with me again. By this time, there was no time to cook dinner before TheKid’s rehearsal, so I put him and the dog in the van, got Chick-Fil-A drive-thru for TheKid, and made the rehearsal run with a rather smelly dog panting behind me in the back seat. 5 minutes after I got back home, his owners called. They only live around the corner, but it took almost 15 minutes after that call before someone drove around to get him, and then all she did was talk to the dog, not to me. TheDad met Big Brother for wings, so that was his dinner, and I got mac & cheese from Panera and returned to rehearsal, where I ate my dinner behind the wheel, in the parking lot. Then I came home for some Benadryl for my itchy eye. There’s a reason we don’t have pets.
THURSDAY 8: We tried a new recipe for Oven Baked Chicken Fajitas that I found somewhere on Facebook and saved to try. General concensus: the chicken was good, but the vegetables weren’t. I won’t be making it again. It was edible, but no one really liked it.
I learned yesterday that our associate pastor is retiring at the end of the summer. He has been serving our parish for 11 years. I’ve been there for over 8 of those years, and in that time I have learned a lot–thanks to him. Here are some highlights:
At every baptism and wedding, Father H. reminds the congregation that these sacraments are not private family moments but joyful occasions for the whole parish and the whole Church. And he exhorts the assembly to offer not only prayer support but the support of a true community to these families, because these sacraments are not only for a moment, but the beginning of a lifetime.
On “Fear of the Lord:”
God is not someone we are to be terrified of, like something in a horror movie. That’s not what fear of the Lord is all about. We can practice growing in the virtue of fear of the Lord by wondering at the mystery of God and all that He created. He said that the more you grow in this virtue, the more awesome you understand God to be.
One Sunday, for the Responsorial Psalm, we sang: “I will praise your name, my king and my God.”
When the psalm concluded, the silence was broken not by the lector jumping the gun on the second reading, but by a toddler all the way on the other side of the church: “YAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”
Everyone chuckled, of course: how cute!
Father looked at everyone, smiled, and said, “Amen!”
Father celebrated Mass the Sunday Little Brother made his altar-serving debut:
That was July of 2011.
Every Advent, Father begins by asking us to contrast all the decorated, brightly-lit houses we’d passed on the way to church with the minimal decoration (Advent wreath and Jesse tree) in church. He makes a good point–is not going to rage against those who get into the Christmas hype early, because so much of our economy and so many people’s livelihoods depend on that. BUT he encourages us to remember the reason for THIS season.
Jesus washed his disciples’ feet. What a model of graciousness and generosity! Not even the lowest slave or household servant would be expected to do such a thing, Father H. explained to us. In fact, he said, it was scandalous that Jesus would have dressed as a slave and done a thing like this.
Father is a brilliant scholar who frequently shares his vast historical and cultural knowledge about Jesus’ world. His other specialty is women saints of the past 3 centuries, particularly those from North America.
And the most important thing I have learned from Father–something that will stick with me always: Father very deliberately tries to slow down the Lord’s Prayer. It’s not because he is being ornery. It’s because he wants everyone to take the time to listen to each and every word that we are praying. Father has said on more than one occasion that we must not race through the Lord’s Prayer–we must savor every word, as that is the ONLY prayer that Jesus taught us to pray.
I am grateful to Father for his service, his example and all that he has taught over the years.
The 7 Quick Takes today are hosted at an alternate site while the usual hostess is on vacation, so THANK YOU to Kathryn at Team Whitaker for stepping in as a substitute!
Little Brother, age 12, has a pack of friends whom I have nicknamed The Street Urchins. Middle Sister thinks that’s mean, but I just call ’em like I see ’em. There are four Street Urchins on this block. Three of them live in divided households (one lives with his grandparents, so he splits things three ways). The fourth’s parents own a restaurant, so he seems to be left to his own devices as often as the others, who could be here for several hours, spanning two mealtimes, without any adult looking for them.
I don’t mind if the Street Urchins play at my house or swim in my pool, but I do insist on some house rules, and yesterday things got pretty rocky in that department, and I told them all to go outside or go home. I might have raised my voice. (Sorry, not sorry.)
I don’t put up with their nonsense because I don’t want these guys, in 4 years, to be the ones binge-drinking at someone’s house party and destroying property/mistreating others. Looking into those faces yesterday, I could see where this could happen. I’m not their parent, but if they’re at my house, they’re playing by my rules.
Without further ado, here are the 7 things I expect from visiting Street Urchins.
RESPECT THE ADULTS. Say hello when you arrive and goodbye when you leave. I deserve to know who is in my house/yard/pool. If I provided a snack or a meal, thank me for that. Don’t rant because the pizza isn’t from your preferred source.
RESPECT THE OTHER KIDS. You are too old to tattle-tale over nothing, and that’s not a nice way to treat your friends.
RESPECT MY HOME. Don’t throw things in the house. (That goes double for the pieces of the remote control that you tossed behind the couch.) Put away what you take out. My pantry is not your pantry.
RESPECT MY TIME. You live on this block. If you want to swim in my pool, bring your own towel. I am not your laundress.
RESPECT MY HOSPITALITY. If you want a snack, ask. If you have a snack, clean up your mess.
RESPECT YOUR OWN GROWNUPS. If they call here or show up here and tell you it’s time to leave, do not make them wait until you play one more round of a video game.
RESPECT MY POOL. Have fun but swim safely. Don’t climb on the sides. Check in with me before you swim and before you leave.
Sometimes it does take a village to raise a child, when that child’s own personal adults don’t take responsibility. These children are in my village, and when they play here, they’ll play by the same rules my own kids must follow.