More from Sunday - On Monday
This is some non-White Sox stuff left over from Sunday…
My dad’s dad never used the words “pretty close” or “pretty near” or “nearly.” His word for those things was “purd’near”. Today was purd’near a perfect day. (I guess this is my way of trying to make amends with my grandfather almost twenty years after his death.) Mass w/ Msg. Nelson this morning - is Msg. the proper abbreviation for Monsignor? I noticed an interesting connection between the famous “render unto Caesar” Gospel and the O.T. reading – the 1st Reading – whatever…dealing with the “relationship” (I know that’s the wrong word – between the God of Abraham and Cyrus. So the selections from the Old and New Testaments deal w/ the greatest conquerors of their respected times. No less of an authority than Xenophon (I know he has nothing to do w/ the Old Testament) – refers to Cyrus as a “hegemon” and, by this he means a “natural” leader (I think). You’ve got the first (I think) guy to “rule the world” – or most of the known world…and a New Testament reading that….waitaminute…
Now that I think of it – I’m not sure if the coin Jesus talks about has Julius or Augustus Caesar on it. Forget I said anything.
Came home and Alex, Kim and I cleaned the heck out of the house while the Bears beat the Vikings. Then Alex and I did some crazy bike riding, back and forth in front of the house. It was some f’d up, danger-daredevil shit! Pretty neat – and we purd’near crashed a couple of times. Alex is a “play-it-safe” kinda guy. It was good to see him get a little crazy.
Then, let see – what else happened? Oh, we took a sex cruise w/ Fred Smoot…uh, just kidding.
The White Sox punched their ticket to the World Series and I got to watch the end of the game with Kim. I spent most of the game in the basement w/ the downstairs TV on…and I watched when I could – cleaned the playroom when I couldn’t. Man – what’s my problem?!? It’s just a baseball team playing the GAME of baseball. I called my father-in-law – Al’s been a Sox fan since back-in-the day. I kissed my beautiful wife goodnight, went back downstairs and cried.
My dad’s dad never used the words “pretty close” or “pretty near” or “nearly.” His word for those things was “purd’near”. Today was purd’near a perfect day. (I guess this is my way of trying to make amends with my grandfather almost twenty years after his death.) Mass w/ Msg. Nelson this morning - is Msg. the proper abbreviation for Monsignor? I noticed an interesting connection between the famous “render unto Caesar” Gospel and the O.T. reading – the 1st Reading – whatever…dealing with the “relationship” (I know that’s the wrong word – between the God of Abraham and Cyrus. So the selections from the Old and New Testaments deal w/ the greatest conquerors of their respected times. No less of an authority than Xenophon (I know he has nothing to do w/ the Old Testament) – refers to Cyrus as a “hegemon” and, by this he means a “natural” leader (I think). You’ve got the first (I think) guy to “rule the world” – or most of the known world…and a New Testament reading that….waitaminute…
Now that I think of it – I’m not sure if the coin Jesus talks about has Julius or Augustus Caesar on it. Forget I said anything.
Came home and Alex, Kim and I cleaned the heck out of the house while the Bears beat the Vikings. Then Alex and I did some crazy bike riding, back and forth in front of the house. It was some f’d up, danger-daredevil shit! Pretty neat – and we purd’near crashed a couple of times. Alex is a “play-it-safe” kinda guy. It was good to see him get a little crazy.
Then, let see – what else happened? Oh, we took a sex cruise w/ Fred Smoot…uh, just kidding.
The White Sox punched their ticket to the World Series and I got to watch the end of the game with Kim. I spent most of the game in the basement w/ the downstairs TV on…and I watched when I could – cleaned the playroom when I couldn’t. Man – what’s my problem?!? It’s just a baseball team playing the GAME of baseball. I called my father-in-law – Al’s been a Sox fan since back-in-the day. I kissed my beautiful wife goodnight, went back downstairs and cried.
posted by edP | 6:10 PM
1 Comments:
Aww, my dad used to say that, too, only his version was more like "purt-near." I love being reminded of him, however it comes. Thanks.
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