Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Joseph Cafasso. He's the patron saint of prisoners and prison chaplains.
Yesterday's quest involved a bit of furniture repair. Our front room furniture consists mostly of sofas and chairs with all sorts of mechanistical claptrappery to do such supremely important functions as recline the backs, flip out foot rests, and such like.
We simply can't get by with simple non-mechanistic furniture that's just comfortable and has no special features. Oh, No! Not us!
So anyhow, one of the mechanistic parts on the big sofa broke, and the manufacturer sent us a replacement part. So two of us spent about three hours trying to figure out how to replace it.
The screws holding it on are in amongst the cushions, necessitating the use of special screwdrivers which I've got, but they still weren't good enough.
So we ended up doing major structural dismantlement of the whole sofa, just to replace one little gadget that's nothing more than a cable with a handle on the end.
Anyhow, I think we ended up getting it back together again more or less correctly. At least it doesn't collapse when you sit on it, and the mechanistical claptrappery appears to function as advertised.
Well anyhow, today's the day we indulge our egotistical delusions that we can boss God around by reciting mystic incantations at our own belly buttons. The Wondrous Weather Website is predicting that this afternoon's rain will hold off long enough for us to hold our customary Grandiose Coffee Hour on the church front lawn.
Signs of life