Pilgrimage: Fatima
Yesterday we went to Upstate New York. Once every summer we visit Our Lady of Church in (or near, Fatima don't really know) Lewiston, NY.
Spent all morning there praying, contemplating, walking the grounds. I always love walking the grounds. It's always clean, the willows are always so inviting, the water tranquil. Didn't see any ducks yesterday though. And another thing, didn't find St. Benedict's statue again. I'm beginning to believe that they don't have him. I have not given up, however. Next year is another year, and I'm not gonna ask 'cause I am so finding him myself! (The photo shows the Rosary at the front of the Church. This shot was taken from the roof of the church. And yes, that is my brother and sister at the sharp end of the heart, near the cross.)
Took lots of pics of the whole place, even a couple of nice panoramas. First time I was there with my camera, you understand.
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I'm a shutterbug. Hmmm... I must've taken some 500 shots since I got the SD500 a couple of weeks ago. No, that can't be right. According the Elements I have stored 582 shots, and I've deleted a lot, so I must have taken around 1000 pictures. Whoa. Cool
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Inside the Blessed Sacrament cave (that's what it felt like) I lit a candle and said a quick prayer before signing the prayer book. Almost left my favourite pen there too. Actually forgot to get it three times, but dad mentioned something that made me remember it right before we left the parking lot... God works through other people? I used my own pen 'cause the ones that were there were all, um, black. And who knows who's touched them and chewed on them and used them to clear their ears. Not that I do that. Just the chewing part. So the lesson here is this: Don't Touch Arvin's Pens.
The afternoon was spent at Walden Galleria which was quite boring. It's a more expensive Eaton Centre only because you're paying in greenbacks. Got a steel ring at Spencer's Gifts though. I always find the best rings there. I never buy my rings anywhere else.
After that big bore we went to some outlet malls and I picked up lots of new shirts for my new position. They all make me very pretty-like, handsome, even. Plus I got cool new shades at Eddie Bauer. And a nice blue shirt that should wow the women. Hello, ladies!
But, oh, the most exciting part of the day came when I entered Geoffrey Bean. A couple of slow-ass-poke ladies took forever trying stuff on. They were there for what felt like a good half hour. I was patient only 'cause there was stuff to look at, like, um, the sales girl, and the georgeous, over-priced clothes. Pretty brunette sales girl finally asked them to get their fat butts out of the clothes they were trying on and move it along. Important people (i.e. me) were waiting. It took me a whole 5 minutes to try on 3 shirts and buy them all. Beat that, slowpokes. Sales girl said bye and thanks. Should have taken her pic. And number. Darn.
Oh, and I got me 3 new books too, Shakespeare quotations, Hamlet, and Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island. I'm reading them right now and, I swear, I remember reading Treasure Island when I was 10, but what I'm reading now doesn't sound like the book I had read. Weird.
Spent all morning there praying, contemplating, walking the grounds. I always love walking the grounds. It's always clean, the willows are always so inviting, the water tranquil. Didn't see any ducks yesterday though. And another thing, didn't find St. Benedict's statue again. I'm beginning to believe that they don't have him. I have not given up, however. Next year is another year, and I'm not gonna ask 'cause I am so finding him myself! (The photo shows the Rosary at the front of the Church. This shot was taken from the roof of the church. And yes, that is my brother and sister at the sharp end of the heart, near the cross.)Took lots of pics of the whole place, even a couple of nice panoramas. First time I was there with my camera, you understand.
---tangent--->>>
I'm a shutterbug. Hmmm... I must've taken some 500 shots since I got the SD500 a couple of weeks ago. No, that can't be right. According the Elements I have stored 582 shots, and I've deleted a lot, so I must have taken around 1000 pictures. Whoa. Cool
<<<---end tangent---
Inside the Blessed Sacrament cave (that's what it felt like) I lit a candle and said a quick prayer before signing the prayer book. Almost left my favourite pen there too. Actually forgot to get it three times, but dad mentioned something that made me remember it right before we left the parking lot... God works through other people? I used my own pen 'cause the ones that were there were all, um, black. And who knows who's touched them and chewed on them and used them to clear their ears. Not that I do that. Just the chewing part. So the lesson here is this: Don't Touch Arvin's Pens.
The afternoon was spent at Walden Galleria which was quite boring. It's a more expensive Eaton Centre only because you're paying in greenbacks. Got a steel ring at Spencer's Gifts though. I always find the best rings there. I never buy my rings anywhere else.
After that big bore we went to some outlet malls and I picked up lots of new shirts for my new position. They all make me very pretty-like, handsome, even. Plus I got cool new shades at Eddie Bauer. And a nice blue shirt that should wow the women. Hello, ladies!
But, oh, the most exciting part of the day came when I entered Geoffrey Bean. A couple of slow-ass-poke ladies took forever trying stuff on. They were there for what felt like a good half hour. I was patient only 'cause there was stuff to look at, like, um, the sales girl, and the georgeous, over-priced clothes. Pretty brunette sales girl finally asked them to get their fat butts out of the clothes they were trying on and move it along. Important people (i.e. me) were waiting. It took me a whole 5 minutes to try on 3 shirts and buy them all. Beat that, slowpokes. Sales girl said bye and thanks. Should have taken her pic. And number. Darn.
Oh, and I got me 3 new books too, Shakespeare quotations, Hamlet, and Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island. I'm reading them right now and, I swear, I remember reading Treasure Island when I was 10, but what I'm reading now doesn't sound like the book I had read. Weird.
