Oh, goodness gracious! You’ve caught me all in a sweat my dear! I was hoping to get this weeding done before the sun got too hot, but I’m all in a lather, and this straw hat isn’t much good is it? You think it looks nice? Thank you sweetie. Isn’t he a dear? How old? Just seven. Isn’t that grand!
Now, Felicity don’t apologize. It’s always nice to see you and Dominic, and it’s no trouble at all. I was wanting to take a break, and now’s the perfect time. I made some lemon cake this morning, and I was wondering who might drop in to help me eat it.
Where is the rest of your wonderful family? Out camping with Dad? How exciting! All seven of them? Why didn’t you go Dom? Poison ivy? How terrible! I’ve got just the thing–some of Grandma Watkins’ special lotion. I’ll go and get it.
Come along dear. You can fix us some iced tea while I freshen up for just a moment. Dom, honey, you sit on the porch for a moment. In the box there are some toys. See what you can find love, while Mummy comes with me, and we’ll be back in a jiffy.
The tea’s in the refrigerator dear. Ice in the freezer…There. That’s better. I thought you were looking rather upset. Father who? Crappy isn’t such a nice name is it dear? Oh, Corapi? I’m afraid I never heard of him. Is he one of our local priests? Here we are Dom. Is that a spaceship? Made out of Lego? How clever you are! You don’t want Grandma Watkins’ lotion. Well that’s alright. Don’t you worry.
Let’s sit here shall we dear? You take the rocking chair, I don’t mind. Oh, on television? I’ve tried watching that ETWN network dear, but it just didn’t do much for me. I kept thinking that Mother Angelica reminded me of Captain Pugwash in a habit. Isn’t that awful? Then she had that eyepatch and it made things even worse! But I liked that Marcus Grodi. So good looking! But I never really connected much with it. To tell you the truth, I don’t think it’s a very good idea for a priest to be a television star. Too much temptation!
Well, that’s interesting. You say he was the one orthodox priest in the church today and now everyone is saying he was rich and running around with women? Involved with drink and drugs and fast cars? Oh dear, oh dear. But you mustn’t defend him dear. It’s very possible you know, and if you say he was a television star, then perhaps the temptations were just too much for him. Commit him to the good Lord and move on is what I say, and you know he’s not the only good priest and teacher. There are quite a few good men out there if you stop and listen.
My favorite priest is old Fr. O’Driscoll who I visit in that retirement home. He was just an ordinary parish priest his whole life and served people at the everyday level in an ordinary church and never really did anything exciting or special–except to say Mass every day and hear confessions and preach simple sermons and marry people and bury people. He’s the one for me dear, and if you don’t mind me saying so, you and Bryan would do well to stick with the local parish and support Father Baldwin–even though he’s rather tiresome and grumpy at times. Did you know he once called me a meddlesome old biddy? Well, I laughed and told him he was absolutely right and that he was the grumpiest priest I’d ever known, and after that we’ve been best of friends.
Dominic? I’ve had an idea. I have an old pup tent in the attic that needs to be aired out. Would you like to help me put it up, and then you and Mummy can come back this evening and we’ll set off those fireworks I’ve kept from the fourth of July and have a campfire and cook hot dogs, and then camp out in the tent.
That will give you a little break Felicity dear, now go on…have another slice of that lemon cake.