Sunday, July 31, 2011
Great phrase from church today.
"In millibus agnorum pinguium."
"In thousands of fat lambs."
It was part of a verse that reads, in English, "As in holocausts of rams and bullocks, and as in thousands of fat lambs, so let our sacrifice be made in Thy sight this day...." It is from the Book of Daniel.
I'm sorry, after you read about thousands of fat lambs, you are good for nothing except fun and games. Here is a picture from 1935 of fat lambs being judged at a 4-H convention.
In other words it was one of those Sundays.
After Mass I went to Zumba at the Boulevard Mall and then I went to Jazz at the Albright to hear the saxophonist Don Rice with the Bobby Jones Trio. My friend Rimus joined me while I was waiting for my brother and my mom and my niece and nephew. When the family got there, little Barbara wanted to know who Rimus was, so I introduced them. Ha, ha! I told Howard, if I dropped dead tomorrow, my nieces and nephews would have the weirdest memories of me. I can see them all talking years hence: "Hey, remember that aunt we had, all she talked about was this old concert pianist named Leonard Pennario, and she used to like to drink wine, and we would see her picture in the paper, and every time we saw her she was with a different guy."
Barbara is fun because she is so adorable. I walked back to talk with these friends, these Philharmonic patrons, and it is funny because I have this enchanting little girl clinging to me.
Then we went home and ate jambalaya at my house. By this time little George Andrew, our 3-year-old, is starting to melt down. Whatever his sister does, he wants to do.
"Here, Barbara, can you carry these forks out on the porch?" That is what I ask Barbara.
And immediately Georgie is clamoring: "Give me a job! I want a job!"
"Here, George Andrew, carry these spoons out on the porch."
You always have to stay one step ahead of them.
Midnight and finally the house is quiet. And I have to get this written because here it is 11:57 p.m. and I only have three minutes if I am to get this posted and not miss another day.
It was a pleasure checking in today.
It was a long and eventful Sunday!