‘another’ by Peter Graf
The big lottery I talked about last night and forgot to purchase a ticket was won by nobody. So now the Tuesday lottery is worth over 500 million. Maybe I should buy a ticket and maybe not. If I get very rich it will be even harder to get to heaven. I am already having a tough time.
Some of my friends went on trial in Kansas City yesterday for crossing the line onto one of the new nuclear bomb factories being built by our present administration. They were found guilty but got a very unusual sentence. They were given ‘homework’. They have six questions the Judge composed during the trial to answer. One friend I talked today is 75 years old and has not done ‘homework’ in awhile. Another friend is dropping by here tonight on her way to visit family in northern Wisconsin. I will need to ask her if she has done her ‘homework’ yet.
My friend that is staying overnight with her friend and his cat is a woman priest. She is stopping in Milwaukee mainly to visit a common friend tomorrow, a 93 years old Jesuit priest who is having some serious medical problems. They met at SOAWatch one year and the next he got in trouble with the Catholic Church for concelebrating mass with a woman at an ‘inclusive’ mass.
Tonight a friend of my deceased son, Peter, called from his Chicago area home. Like my son he has had some mental health problems but seemed to have put his life together. He is a single father with a young daughter forced to live for now with his mother. He went on and on complaining about the conditions at his mom’s home and about the mother of his daughter. After awhile it was obvious he was suffering some serious mental health issues and is repeating over and over again the same things was not helping him or giving us an opportunity to talk with him. After a long one side conversation with my wife and I on a speaker phone I told him that I will call him tomorrow night and said good-by. Unfortunately we have learned that there is no reasoning with person in this state of mine. It is sad.
These are just a few of my daily adventures. You can call them ordinary or you can call them extraordinary. It depends how you do them and how you connect them. Events may seem random but they are not. Seeing extraordinary in the ordinary makes random orderly.
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