Yesterday at Mass "we" sang America the Beautiful and the national anthem. I dig freedom, but the kind of freedom that keeps my Jesus life separate from my America life.
My America life last night made a surprise appearance. I tend to not like holidays that I'm not really old enough to celebrate properly, so I usually find myself meandering with Colleen to and from our houses on foot in search of seasonally-appropriate foodstuffs. Last night we made as usual, plus several ghosts of our elementary school lives past, which always makes for uncomfortable hugs. It's hard to ask someone what they've been up to since you last ate crayons together. It's maybe easier to just bring your own new box of 64.
I am headed out tomorrow to be a camp counselor for a week. I haven't been to this camp in a few years, because last time I was there, I ended up with foot juice in my eyeball. I'm going this year in confidence that I will still hate the field games and will still come back with enough freckles to make me look Monet-tan. But knowing people who are involved in the programming of big events like this always guarantees extra laughs and extra pride. I'll be sure to tell the kids that only one of those is a deadly sin.
OH! Unrelatedly, you can now find Roommate Tréza elephant parading herself around these parts. She is my captain of misadventures and debauchery. She will keep you updated on everything you need to know about pop culture and will give you one song with each post. In writing this, I'm realizing she is a lot cooler and more useful than I will ever be. Zonino!
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