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Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Monnica. She was Saint Augustine's mother. I have no idea what supposedly qualifies her for sainthood.

Yesterday nothing happened. Somebody gave us a Eastern Redbud tree seedling, so we planted it where one of our old dead Norway Maple trees came out of.

Plant growth zones have galloped northward about 250 miles in the last 30 years, so we're no longer within the growth zone of Norway Maples, so they died.

Today church is gonna be a super-service, the last one for Father B, our assistant preacher who's retiring. Father S (who's actually semi-retired) is gonna take over his job for temporary until Father D (the head boss preacher) finds a new assistant preacher just out of preacher-school.

So I suppose the church service is gonna be sorta celebratory, unless certain inveterate windbags in the congregation decide to become eloquent.

Then in the afternoon there'll be a Secular Humanist meeting to help me recover from religious idiocy.

Happy Recovering!

OrneryPest