Teenagers apparently find it quite hysterical to discover that their priest snores like a freight train. Weariness from the weekend ensured that I was out like a light. The unusual position in which I was sleeping ensured a particularly good show for the kids. Fortunately, I will never be required to share a bed.
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I tried to tell the kids not to get energy drinks when stopping for snacks and a bathroom on the return trip. I knew they wouldn't listen, but I told them anyway. It didn't really matter. Never underestimate the power of teenage girls to turn the teenage boys into crazy people. Add a cramped ten hour bus ride, and you have a circus before it is over.
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It is of little avail to ask kids on a bus to be sure that they have taken everything off of it. Among the collection of lost items this year are a pair of shoes, several water bottles, and a pillow. The shoes, sadly, don't fit.
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Cynicism is an art form of which priests are masters. I was with my Caritas group on Monday and Tuesday. The cynicism was thick enough to cut with a knife. As good as it is for priests to be together, we must be careful that we not become bad for each other.
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There are no rainbow trout in the Black Hills. For many years now, my father and I have made an annual fishing day. In these trips, neither of us has managed to catch a single fish. Caritas afforded me the opportunity to spend several hours fishing the same waters again. In keeping with tradition, I managed to catch nothing. It is said that the definition of insanity is attempting the same behavior repeatedly hoping to achieve a different result. Perhaps I am insane. Shortly after arriving home, I went to Cabelas and bought more trout lures and some pliers with which to remove said lures. Maybe I will even need a knife with which to clean the fish one of these times . . . Some say crazy, but I prefer to think that hope springs eternal.
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Speaking of insane, the reason that I didn't sleep enough yesterday was because I decided it would be good to watch a movie until 1:30 AM with a group of high schoolers. It was for the greater glory of God and the salvation of souls, of course.
one question provokes me, Father: what movie?
ReplyDeleteYou should know, I broke the drought and caught a trout on Fathers Day while fishing with Tate and the grandson's. Perhaps you are cursed?
ReplyDeleteCranky. :P
"Shutter Island", which is actually not bad, aside from the language.
ReplyDeleteIt might also be noted that this is not the first time that I have stayed up late watching movies for the Greater glory of God.
ReplyDeleteFather Tyler,
ReplyDeleteI can really spell better than I type!!! My laptop chose to skip around as I typed so my first sentence was !!!!!atrocious! My HS English teacher would not be proud! I meant to type thanks for encouraging my 4th oldest son to go on the trip!