All the Paris photos are now online here. Meanwhile these are not what most of us think of as crepes, are they? They are whole wheat. Mine contained mushrooms and cheese. Hers contained bacon and cheese. We had dessert crepes with caramel that were to die for and were the more traditional white but still square. The place is Josselin Creperie, 67 Rue du Montparnasse, 75014 Paris, France. Don't miss it.
Tom enjoys the sun and warmth from the sun on the siding. He is a tired battered old warrior this time of year.
Little One sat still just long enough for a photo. He was under the neighbor's porch earlier when I took their mail over. I suspect that will be a stinky place when the sun warms it up.
Even Dudie was out and about.
PuddyTat is still mad at me for going away.
Tim munches on the canned food I put out for Tommie.
PuddyTat took a few bites too. Little One approached but knows better than to horn in on the matriarch of the clan.
Four of the clan enjoying the sun. Tommie, Little One, PuddyTat and Tim in the foreground.
1. Handel: The King Shall Rejoice - Kings College
IF the weather gods allow us to get off the ground at PIT and the air traffic controllers allow us to land at CDG, I'll be flying to Paris. Doubt there will be any blogging but who knows? Be safe, warm and happy while I'm gone. Don't start any fights you can't finish. Scritch and pet the critters. And hug whenever you get an opportunity.
Please pray for Pat Donahue, our priest's wife. She is in Allegheny General in Pittsburgh with an as yet undiagnosed condition which, among other problems, interferes with her rheumatoid arthritis meds leaving her in constant severe pain. Please pray for those trying to treat her, her husband Larry and their family as well. Thanks.
There seems to be a big flap about clergy meeting people at public venues like the subway to give them ashes without the liturgy that normally accompanies Ash Wednesday. There are opinions here and here and here and here. I find the Ash Wednesday liturgy especially moving whether in my former Lutheran or current Episcopal setting. Part of the flap is the perception that getting ashes without the accompanying liturgy is meaningless, symbolic of the superficiality of today's culture. I have mixed feelings about it. While I agree that something is missing, I believe that those who sought the dirty forehead still have some connection to faith in spite of what many are doing to alienate people from Christianity. If there are clergy who are willing to get up at the crack of dawn, endure nasty weather and provide even this almost remote connection to the Gospel to anyone who asks, they should be celebrated or at least thanked. Who knows how many of those folks will one day return to a parish? No matter how tenuous, the connection needs maintained somehow.
I opened the kitchen window yesterday when PuddyTat wanted attention. I scritched and petted her for many minutes while Little One and Dude watched. They do not fool with the matriarch.
1. Mambo Italiano - Rosemary Clooney
RC Bishop Donald W Trautman spoke of Bishop Robert Rowley's involvement with ecumenical relations in Erie at the memorial service on 14 February 2010. The Honorable Dr. Stephanie Domitrovich spoke of Rowley's involvement with the fellow lawyers in Erie. Bishop Sean Rowe reminded us that he was working in a history professor's office at Grove City College when he first met Bishop Rowley. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever expect to be the person to succeed him as bishop of the diocese. The service was appropriately contemplative and celebratory. The music was excellent, of course.
PuddyTat wanted lots of attention tonight and finally settled on the clean blanket for a snooze while I did dishes. She didn't stay there tho. She returned to her box below.
The boys were snuggled as usual.
And Tim looked less than enthusiastic at being photographed in her foam in the canoe.
Nicki and Paz are practicing their heart huddle for Valentine's Day.
1. Cities Burning Down - Howling Bells
Not exactly golf weather...
The Prius behaved well despite the lack of plowing. Curves was beckoning. Made it there and back easily. Whew. But choir was canceled for which I was most grateful.
Meanwhile, this happened two weeks ago. I've been watching for signs of kittens growing.
So this morning, Little One returned the favor. You can barely see Little One's ears as s/he has teeth in Dudie's neck. Dude looks unimpressed. 
1. There! I've Said It Again - Bobby Vinton
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