Hilldale Pennsylvania

Of COURSE, since this past weekend was the Fourth Of July, I went to Hilldale, to see all my kin on my father’s side.  There’s no way I can stay at someone’s house anymore, so I went to a Day’s Inn hotel. 

Unfortunately, I only spent a very SHORT time there, but it was long enough to FIND out what’s been going on with my family and friends.  After all this time, we’re STILL willing to humor each other occasionally.  The weather was a combination of blistering heat and torrential rain.




Immediately after the rainstorm, there was such a nice rainbow.  These days, unfortunately, the rainbow is used as a symbol of left wing trouble, but traditionally it’s quite a favorable positive SIGN. 

One of the major drawbacks of that kind of weekend is that staying up late, and having to deal with large crowds, always drive me crazy, and provoke many a restless GROAN.  The frustration of  such a combination BEAT up on me a bit more than I liked.



The temperature was often high enough to MELT the Poles, so, for fear of dehydration I drank a lot of  WATER. 

On Saturday, I went to 4:00 p.m. Mass at St. Monica’s, a.k.a. Our Lady of Sorrows, in West Wyoming.  It was so nice to be able to hear, yet again, the CHIME of the bells at my old parish. 

 Each year I take an unofficial OATH never to dare to go back again, but the SHIMMER of all the interesting circumstances keeps drawing me back. 

 Welcome back to WORDLE #411












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