Good morning. P.J. O’Rourke said Iraq looks like Mars, so maybe it also looks like Utah.
Pretty good night, thanks. I think Jake was fighting it out with Vlad.
The Stewardship Committee Murders now has a spin-off series, “Revolt of the Parish Council.” I’m not sure how I ended up in this, but I’m not going to back down now.
I’m now personally mad at the business manager, because she said events in Spanish aren’t “parish events.” Who does she think all these Spanish-speaking people are, the lawn service? They’re one-third of the parish!
There is a lot of red soil in Utah, including in a canyon close to where I grew up. (Our house was at the mouth of the canyon, so in the summer, we always got the breeze that came down from the canyon proper.) The foothills we played in were full of the red soil. It’s more prevalent down south (Cedar City is about where most of it starts, but it’s the bottom part of the state — from east to west, state line to state line.)
Is this business manager a newcomer to the parish? If so, she needs to understand that Jesus did not exclude anyone because of their ethnicity. Which begs the question you asked: Who does she think all those Spanish-speaking people are? You’ve got the Lord on your side so you can’t lose.
That rankles me and I don’t even know the person! Stick to your guns!
Oh, golly, I’m tired, and I have to sort pills soon. I just want a nap.