The Post About Nothing Much In Particular.

Sometimes I just start writing and I don't know what I'm going to say.

This is one of those days.

- insert a smart comment from TC here -

TC before a haircut.

What will TC say to those opening lines?

"So, what's new?"

Very possibly.

I had a two hour violin session with an ex-student, who is now 24, yesterday. He'd bought a new violin and wanted to show it to me. I also helped him with the first variation from the 24th. Caprice.

Then I told him about Paganini's one scale on the violin and showed him how knowing it makes it easy to play in the very high register. 

There are only three days left of this year, but you already know that. Robert would say that Jesus is now five days old. Going along with that logic, I would be just over four months old. 

Peter would be older.

After attempting to eat hot corn on the cob.

Actually, if you've just burnt your lip eating hot corn on the cob, you really shouldn't be smiling. You'd probably have just said, "Sheesh!"

Then The Old Girl would have said something like, "I did warn you to be careful Matey."

Still, for a guy who falls down banks at golf courses, this was simply a minor inconvenience. 

Thursday is a good day for Robert the apathetic sanctimonious sinner and toilet cleaner because he doesn't have to go to mass or clean that Presbyterian church. A few quick prayers and he's free today. Though they'd have to be sincere prayers. I guess sincerity, like many things, is on a scale. It's like playing the violin - some days you just don't play your best.

I wonder what it's like being God and being perfect?

"I hate this artist for painting me bald!
I mean, I'm supposed to be perfect!"

Maybe bald people are somehow more perfect?

I guess to a slater I might appear to be perfect.

"That guy Richard (of RBB), who writes the Holy
Blog, is perfect!"

Well, I suspect that you didn't have to be in 3P in 1966 to be smarter that a slater. Are we like slaters to God?

Sunday at St. Peter's Catholic Church.

Though God did supposedly say that He made us in His own image.

Maybe God is a very big, perfect slater?

Well, it's possible. Maybe we just have an illusion of looking like humans?

Maybe I should wrap it up there?

- another smart comment from TC -

Ciao tutti.