The NJ turnpike was difficult northbound - the extra lanes are being extended down from Exit 9 down to the PA turnpike. Very heavy traffic on the way up. We took the wrong exit off the turnpike and spent a solid hour wending our way through little New Jersey townships before finally arriving. A five-hour drive on the way up.
A good party - we abstained from alcohol since we had to drive home. Mrs. Mac Nessa and I had a chance to catch up with cousins we have not seen for many years - and their children.
I took a wrong turn out of the neighborhood and led us on an extended tour through Northern New Jersey. I was reduced to asking for directions to the Garden State Parkway. A compassionate lady directed me in the correct direction and we were off.
I expected to take the Garden State down to where it links with the NJ turnpike at exit 11. I was directed, however, to exit the GS at I-280 which led me into Newark. There I was confounded by inaccurate road signs and dithered through the bowels of Newark for a while. We finally made our way to the turnpike - two hours after we departed the party. We arrived home at 0100.
We finally made it to Mass today at 12:30 - a bilingual Mass with music that was not to my taste. I offered it up. Later in the afternoon, I ventured out and found a nice quartet of Rib-Eyes, which John-Man grilled to perfection.
Despite many distractions, we remain focused on this day and all that it means.
He is Risen, and His Rising is our Salvation!
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 America demands Justice for the Fallen of Benghazi! |
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O stranger, tell the Lacedaemonians that we lie here, obedient to their command.
Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)