The weather mages have postponed the heavy rains...

Until the weekend, eh; they are quite powerful in their own way. Am following the Divino afflatu calendar today and saying the Office of the Patronage of Saint Joseph Confessor and Spouse of the Blessed Virgin (Introibo)-- but see Rubricarius on the feast and its history here. [I had been in the habit of putting the pseudonym in apostrophes, 'Rubricarius', but am abandoning that going forward. I suspect I know the gentleman's name but since he doesn't use it, I won't.]  In the 1960 calendar (i.e. for the 'Extraordinary Form' of the Roman Liturgy, which is the Mass that will be celebrated at Saint-Eugène at the usual hour) it is the feast of Saint Anselm Bishop and Doctor of the Church (Introibo).

Today is my monthly late morning walk; I have to wait on the pharmacy to open at 0900 but I am stopping in first at the UPS Store (which opens at the more congenial hour of 0800) to see if they've managed to print out my map of the voyage of the Argo. I would have expected to receive an email confirming this and haven't so perhaps my original email went to spam, or perhaps I sent it to the wrong address. It is, in any event, not, as the expression goes, a pressing matter.


I made it back for Holy Mass with about ten minutes to spare. The UPS Store fellow had to fuss a bit in order to get the Argonauts map to print-- which I had no problem with; there looked to be some thousand different settings on that printer and I'd be there still, were the job up to me. Have just finished listening to Mahan Esfahani's performance of Bach's Fifth and Sixth French Suites; he reprised the Sarabande of the Fifth as an encore. 


ay Nordlinger at The New Criterion reminded me of the Tippet Rise Art Center, in Montana near ('near' in Montana terms, anyway) to where I used to live, before 2000. Their Spring Festival is now finished but the performances remain available online, and I will take a look later on. What always cheers me up at The New Criterion is their declaration of faith in the truth of things; it is not a long-standing 'motto', I believe (I remember when it was not), but is certainly reassuring in these latter days (and, no, alas, it does not elicit alms from me-- one would if one could but...). 

It is also the feast of Saint Roman (20th century), of Saint Apollonius (2nd century), and of Saint Conrad (19th century).

V. Et álibi aliórum plurimórum sanctórum Mártyrum et Confessórum, atque sanctárum Vírginum. R. Deo grátias.