Monday, July 28, 2014
Getting out of the House
Granger, Indiana is not the same. I don't find walking in our neighborhood all that interesting. Last night, Jim welcomed my walking along while he golfed nine holes, but in spite of his excellent company, I agree with Mark Twain who considered golf "a good walk spoiled."
I decided, however, that I had to get out of the house and do something. So I drove the short distance to Notre Dame, parked the car, and walked to the Grotto to pray. I lit a candle as I have done often over the years--this time praying for Jim's eyesight and the mysterious infection in his "good eye" that is causing us concern and worry.