I finished Death Comes for the Archbishop by Willa Cather, which is neither a tragedy nor a murder mystery. The title is very misleading as the novel is all about the lives of Father Latour and Father Valliant, French Jesuit missionaries in the American Southwest in the mid 1800s. Father Latour becomes the first archbishop of Santa Fe, and Father Valliant becomes the first bishop of Denver. They work with Navajos and Mexicans. They capture a murderer, excommunicate two heretics, and bring one of those heretics back in communion with the church.
Beautifully told, Cather weaves in stories of Kit Carson and Junipero Serra as well as historical events like the Colorado gold rush and the exile and return of the Navajo people. Catholicism plays a huge role in this book, which makes me curious about Cather and her biography, but these are quick takes. I think anyone teens and above would enjoy it. Death Comes for the Archbishop is a work of art.
This Thursday's theme was Bright.
Sometimes those Instagram filters do wonderful things. For Bright, I used Valencia.
This was taken at our parish picnic, Germanfest. Note the sunflare. I get extra points for that. Look at those sweet girls!
5. I've been behind on my blogging for many reasons, but mostly because this happened.
|Peter (aka Indignant 17yo), Jill, Susan, Edmund, and Angela|
Susan and Angela arrived late Wednesday evening bringing Seville's heat with them. Later today, when Lucy returns from camp, our family will once again be complete.
6. Peter recently received a free razor from Gillette in the mail for his 18th birthday. This is odd, because he just turned 17, hence, the "indignant 17 yo" character that I am often tweeting about.
The packaging on this Gillette razor is....unusual. Gillette is making the claim that using their razor will make you more sexy. I guess they are trying to compete with Axe (barf).
That says, "44% MORE lipstick stains."
This side claims, "110% more steamy glances."
7. Of course, Gillette is only try to keep up with Old Spice. Once the go-to deodorant for the mature baby boomer, Old Spice now markets such scents as "Wolfthorn."
I am 100% certain that Ron Swanson wouldn't be caught dead wearing a body spray, but if he did, it would probably be Wolfthorn.