So I'm standing at the front door, looking out the window and taking to David on the phone. The dogs are romping around in the rain on the patio. One of the old guys with land up above drives by and the dogs, as they do with all cars, begin to bark and chase their tails and go momentarily insane. Just as the guy goes by the house I notice him cross himself. You know forehead, heart, shoulder, shoulder - father, son and the holy spirit...that kind of thing. The only time I've ever seen people do that is when they pass a cemetery or if a hearse drives by.
Lynn (the dog-paranoid non Catholic) says: Oh no! The old guy in the white Panda just drove by and crossed himself when the dogs started barking. I wonder if he knows something we don't know about our dogs!
David (the relaxed, former Catholic) says: Lynn, there is a Madonna shrine across from the house.
As you may have guessed, this little vignette comes to you in place of the photos of my new grapevine trellis...which I haven't started yet. No problem! I still have another day ...
forehead, heart, shoulder, shoulder.