Sunday Morning

Today is a Sunday. I am sitting in my room,
listening to the Magdalen College Choir (having already enjoyed several albums
each of Casting Crowns and L’Angelus) and reading. I have been to Mass and
Adoration, and enjoyed a doughnut with friends after Mass (We did not all enjoy
the same doughnut, naturally. They enjoyed different doughnuts than I did.) I
have given an unexpected gift to someone (I hope they like it. hee-hee! ;-D ),
I have talked with several of my family members on the phone, I have written
several blogs (this being one of them) and I have finished “Raising Cain: Protecting the Emotional Life
of Boys”
which I HIGHLY recommend. Now I am patiently savoring Brother
David Steindl-Rast’s book “Gratefulness,
the Heart of Prayer.”
It was recommended by a good friend, and I can
already see why. So far I have only read the first chapter, and cannot even
express it in prose. It requires poetry. Something like this:

us go into the woods, you and I,
Just us; and let us be surprised
And see things as they are, and know
That they are thus, and good, because He wills them so.

Horribly trite, but that is what comes to me on the
spur of the moment, as it were. It works for me and I really don’t much care
what anyone else thinks about it.

As an added anomaly, I am drinking coffee in order
not to be drowsy as I read. I was literally falling asleep in the middle of the
page, at 5:00 in the afternoon. That is very untypical of me, but there is a
reason for it. Allow me to share the story with you…

Of course it begins with Friday night when I didn’t
go to bed at all until nearly 2:00 in the morning. There was a good reason for
that. And I’m sure there is a good reason for the fact that I cannot sleep once
the sun starts shining, which it does around 5:00 A.M. in these parts. But one
night of hardly any sleep is no great shakes to me. The icing on the cake came
this morning, at about 3:30 when I awoke to hear the front door opening (I am a
light sleeper) and women’s voices downstairs. Since no women live in this house
I was a little confused until I listened to what they were saying. I realized
that two of my roommates, S and J, had brought home a couple of girls from the
bar. I shook my head and tried to go back to sleep. I must have succeeded
because I was only vaguely aware that the voices moved up the stairs and into
the hall outside my bedroom. What snapped me to full wakefulness was the sound
of my bedroom door being opened and S shouting, “No! Don’t go in there!” But it
was too late.

Something not many people know about me is that I
possess the ability to come instantly awake like an animal, from total slumber
to total wakefulness, in absolutely zero time. There are a few triggers that
can bring on this reaction, and one of them is a door opening (I come awake
before because I had heard the front door open on the other side of the house
and downstairs.) So before the door was even half way open I was already awake
and in full on action mode. I tossed the blanket to one side and threw myself
out of the bed onto my feet, snatching up the pistol I keep on the box next to
the bed. The intruder screamed and jumped back into the hall. I stepped into
the doorway of my room with no shirt on and a gun in my hand. According to my
roommates I was even sweating. I didn’t point the pistol at anyone, or even
rack a round, and my trigger finger was indexed. Despite these details,
apparently I looked a bit disconcerting to the two little Asian chicks standing
outside my door in their bar-hopping outfits. S and J were busy trying to
reassure them that I was really quite harmless, and reassure me that they were
harmless as well. I didn’t say anything, but went back in the room and closed
the door.

As soon as I calmed down a bit I started laughing.
It sounded like the two girls were half ready to leave, and the two guys were
trying to calm them down and get them to stay. I could hear the girls
downstairs protesting that they never went home with guys before and this was
why! “Why didn’t you tell us you had a crazy roommate?! You didn’t see what I
saw. All I saw was just this big, shirtless, hairy white guy coming at me!” S
and J were trying to explain that I was actually really nice. S said, “He’s
fine. He’s actually super religious.”

“That doesn’t mean he isn’t crazy!”

I eventually stopped laughing long enough to go
downstairs (with a shirt on this time), introduce myself and apologize for
startling them. They invited me to join them line dancing in the living room,
but I declined. I’m not sure what S and J were expecting to get out of their
company but all they did get was some halfhearted line dancing before the girls
left at about 4:30. I couldn’t go back to sleep so I stayed up and did some
reading and praying and all the while I was still laughing at the memory of
their faces. Maybe that will teach them to go home with strange guys at all
hours of the morning.

At any rate, that is why I got very little sleep on
top of very little sleep. But at least it was the funniest morning I’ve had in
a very long time.


  1. So I never post on blogs that I read (which are few). But I enjoy yours a lot, so I figured it was only fair to tell you that I laugh my head off at your posts, and your poetry isn't bad either. I know I am a perfect stranger but I came across your blog awhile ago, and I am glad I did. Thanks for the insights. God Bless.


  2. I am still laughing. I can still see the look. The same one you used to impale me with when you were 5 and wished to make me go away. It worked on them but it just wasn't happening for me.


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