Pensees

Oh, not mine.... (mine can barely be called thoughts, and they are certainly not worth collecting.)
But if I can ever decipher my handwriting in my notes from last week, i feel i ought to compile a little book of Fr Weber-isms.

Anyway, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

Yes, I gushed anew at cantor rehearsal last night. I had gushed at every Mass over the weekend. I have gushed enough to bore Himself close to tears. I shall gush when I speak to Melanie, and Br. T, and Joe , and the Bibats.

It really was a remarkable (gushable?) time.

I wonder if the diocesan music committee might think of having him to do a clinic.