Approximately 3 Things on My MInd
I hilled up the potatoes again. They are growing nicely, protected from mildew by the copper solution my husband applied. A second sowing of peas has germinated after the first ones were eaten by whatever made that hole in the foreground. I keep filling in the holes, collapsing the tunnels, in hopes that whatever will go away to a less tiring place to live.
I made some Moroccan pastries to take for an after-concert repast. They are fairly rich; some were left over. So now I have to discipline myself not to eat them all at once. I try to only take 3 at a time and space out the times. It reminds me of this verse:
“You are trembling, man Michel, your face has turned pale, because in your mind you are saying, ‘How will I manage to change as weak(-willed) and arrogant a people as they are countless since I do not even feel up to changing my own life?’ ” The Revelation of Arès 6/1
Not that pastries are on the same level as the creation of a soul, but I can feel the same mechanism working, my weakness facing temptation and nevertheless the necessity to encourage change, that as many as possible resist temptation and practice goodness.
The phone rang at 8:30 this morning. That is usually either something urgent or a wrong number. This was from the States so I knew it was probably not good news, being in the middle of the night for them. My brother-in-law has been admitted to the hospital feeling weak and dizzy, difficulty walking. He has been valiantly fighting a brain tumor since August 2008.