Disconnected and it feels; well, not so good; but life is grand

Once again the wonderful people at AT&T have me disconnected at my home from this very connected world.  My ability to blog and update will be severly hampered.  Short periods of time will be possible with an air card.  I'm most concerned about the sources I use every time I preach, a wonderful task that I will happily fulfill this Saturday at the vigil and Sunday morning at 11 at most Holy Trinity.  Remember, this weekend is catechetical Sunday as all our young people get back in the groove in CCD and we recognize those Catholic faithful who step up to teach.

This weekend the theme could truly be turning points.  As I prepare for this homily and the weekend in general, I am still so filled with joy at being a grandfather.  Pops, as I will be called, absolutely instantly fell in love with his grandson, Calvin, at 1st sight.  In fact I write this about a week to the hour that I held him for the first time!  He is the new source of joy in our lives, and a great, great gift from God.  We are blessed!
I will try and put another picture or two of Calvin soon, probably after the internet gets reconnected at Casa Talbot.

There is nothing that would ever take away our joy at the new arrival of grandson #1 but the week that was certainly produced another life event.  Now I try not to get overly sentimental about animals but as I previously reported, we lost our Palomino Champion horse the other evening.  Now Dude was not much of a horse in these last days, at 32 years old, he was thin and toothless and blind.  I was seriously contemplating putting him down soon but he had other plans.  We buried him last night in a deep grave on the same property he has walked and grazed for the last 16 years.  That was sad.  But amazing as this will sound, all the neighbor horses, who have never done this before, literally broke through my fencing yesterday and have been congregating near the grave.  They were back this morning.  I'm trying to search for some meaning in this; probably just instinct.

So without access to the internet I will happily plow through this weekend; with plenty to keep me busy and a homily to wrap up.  And hopefully great new pictures of the grandbaby and fond memories of our trusted horse.

But ATT, listen up, you keep rolling me over; eventually we will part company.  Disconnected yes, but not from that which is truly important!