Back to work

I'm still using a cane for a little assistance. I find I'm able to walk better each day. When I'm at home where there are no stairs so I can get around with just my two feet. I'm back at work with just a little bit of pain.

My cane is not funny. Some of my customers disagree. One asked if I was going to hit him if he didn't let me wait on him. I told him no, I'd use the cane to hook him in. He needs a sense of humor transplant. I've had a couple of people who were glad to see me back; they thought I'd retired. Retired? Do I look that old? Who could afford to retire at 55? The way the economy is going I may be working until I'm 95, God willing that I live that long.


Only one week until Easter and I will be so happy when the penitential season is over. It's been good for reflection and as an impetus to more prayer. It just seems so long. Today is known as Passion Sunday. I was privileged to share in the reading of the Passion according to St. Mark at mass this morning. Our priest in his homily spoke of how Jesus' suffering and death was out of love for us. Jesus shares in our suffering and understands it. We walk through the wilderness of Lent and Holy Week so that we can fully understand the Mystery of Easter. I'll admit I am never an eager particpant in self-denial. I do not joyfully offer up suffering but I slog on. As Chuck Knox used to say, "You gotta play the hand you're dealt." Hmmm. Does that bring up Jesus and football analogies? Or is it poker analogies? Jesus did not joyfully choose suffering. He asked God his Father in Gethsemane if there could be any other way. There wasn't so he did what he had to do, for us.