Once again I need to take a month off from blogging—both posting once a week on my two blogs and commenting on yours. Three different friends—one from Minnesota, one from Kansas, and one from Wisconsin—are coming to visit, each for several days. For a variety of reasons, all of this needs to happen within one month.
Besides that, the barometer is starting to be a little erratic and that always brings on problems with Meniere’s Disease—not the episodes any longer but lightheadedness and dizziness. This always tires me out.
So the truth is that I just don’t feel equal to writing well.
Unfortunately, my last posting primed you for what was to be my pièce de résistance!!! That is, the recounting of what happened on my First Communion Day.
That will now have to wait until November 7th. I hope you’ll stick around for that posting. And I hope also that I can write it in such a way that the humor will emerge and you’ll guffaw at the incident. And . . . that when I finally do post the story it won't be anticlimactic or a letdown!
Some of you have expressed your enjoyment at my recounting of these early grade-school memories. If you’d like to read two other ones, you might take a gander at “Beginning with Prepositions” and “Building Bocks of Writing and Speaking” on my writing blog. Both recount how Sister Mary McCauley taught grammar to my fifth-grade class back in 1946. She was a creative and innovative teacher—or so I think.
See you on November 7th.
Photo from Wikipedia.