We got back last evening from our extended holiday travels safe and sound, although when Mrs. R went to get a couple of new tires for the family transport this morning, we discovered that the thing’s entire undercarriage – including brake pads, springs and alignment – was shot to hell.  How we ever managed the approximately 1200 mile round trip, I really don’t know.

It was a pretty good break, altogether.  My thanks go especially to the nice Irish-born priest at the Church of the Holy Cross, Vero Beach, Florida.  His Christmas Day homily snapped me out of what was threatening to be a bad funk based on my discombolulation over spending Christmas in a subtropical climate with my very secular in-laws.  After he set me up, however, the rest of the hols there passed (at least for me) in fairly joyful serenity.

On the other hand, so long as I am in a Church-going vein, I must lodge a faint protest with the folks at the Church of the Holy Family, Hilton Head Island – where we spent our New Year celebration.  Although their yellow pages ad stated quite specifically that their Vigil Masses for this time of year were held at 6 o’clock, it was only after we arrived just before then on New Year’s Eve to find the place deserted, went back to our house and called, that we discovered the Vigil for the Blessed Virgin was to be held at seven o’clock that evening.  (We went back, of course.)  My protest at having to make two trips is lessened by the fact that in addition to telling everyone to turn off their damned cell phones befor the Mass, the rayther severe lady in charge also reminded everyone that sneaking out before the end of the service was not a nice thing.   Good on her, thought I.

 Anyhoo, here I am once again.  It will take a couple of days to sort things out and get back into the bloggy groove and I have much to tell if I can ever get my thoughts on track, but never fear, Robbo has returned.