We are waiting for the new grandchild, expected in the next few days.

I am going to teach two 45-minute classes, one Monday and one Tuesday, next week at my old school. Preparation is intense. (Besides the actual classes I had to read a 128 page employee handbook and sign a paper saying I had done so.)

I was lucky enough to listen to someone explaining how to write a good villain and have been madly revising my book.

Here’s the start of a poem I fell in love with by Saint Ephrem the Syrian. I don’t think I’ve put this one up before.

I have invited you, Lord, to a wedding-feast of song,

but the wine—the utterance of praise—at our feast has failed. 

You are the guest who filled the jars with good wine,

fill my mouth with Your praise.

Mom died 19 years ago on Tuesday, September 28, 2004. This post will come out on the Feast of the Archangels, September 29.