And Then There Were Two…. Until Familiar Faces Returned

As we bid adieu this week to Lori and wished her well in her new adventures, our already small resident community shrank to two.  But we were not as alone as that may seem because we welcomed back some familiar faces that we had not seen in months.  Ron, Cecilia,...

6 July into 7 July, 2020, Night my Last (for what it’s worth to speak in terms of human time…)

About eight weeks ago, when I was offered the teaching position that would take me away from St. Anthony's, I had a difficult bit of discernment to do. On the one hand, I had been trying for almost 30 years to obtain teacher certification in the K-12 school system,...

July the 3rd into July the 4th

My time as Director of St. Anthony's has come to an end, and my days as a resident of this glorious old house are also swiftly drawing to a close. Indeed, Moving Day comes with the morning's light. The boxes have been packed. (Fr. Bob's foresight in buying about three...

29/30 June, 2020, By the Light of Waxing Gibbous Sister Moon

About eighteen months ago, before life had become more surreal than the strangest of imaginable days; before I had begun chronicling the events of this house; before Marge had come to live with us; before Fr. Bob had journeyed home to the God whom he loved so well;...

25 June, Awakening Continues

Marge and Tracy have all the good scenery on their side of the house. They get to see turkeys walking the labyrinth (who knew that turkeys were such contemplative creatures?) and Mama Deer feeding her spotted little one and Mama Fox zipping across the lawn. Meanwhile,...

18 June, Awakening Begins

There was a male cardinal near Exit 3 yesterday evening. He was gloriously bright and very bold; in fact, he was so bold as to swoop, chattering, right in front of my face on his way from the house to the magnolia tree planted last summer in Joanie Wilichowski's...

8 June, 2020 – 10 Days Later

An event, once described in human words, takes on an air of permanence. Perhaps this is why I've hesitated for so long to make a proper chronicle of the events of May 29, 2020. This was the day on which Robert Alois Streveler, known to all and sundry as Fr. Bob,...

29 May, A Day of Mourning

There was more beauty in the world at the beginning of this day than at its end. For at the beginning of this day, our beloved housemate, Fr. Bob, was still here with us. But by the time the day had drawn to a close, he had suffered a fall that took his soul home to...

Saturday, 23 May, Social Distancing Day the 67th

About five days after Just Bob was here to shut down the boilers, I brought my window unit AC out of storage in the north corridor so that it could take up residence in the center window of my room. Such is the rapid transience of heating and cooling needs in...

Friday, 15 May, Social Distancing Day the 59th

Footsteps, footsteps, door opening, door closing, footsteps, footsteps, door opening, vacuum cleaner, door closing, footsteps. The sounds of everyday life go on much as they did before the pandemic entered our lives. Fr. Bob gets his exercise in the corridors of the...

House Chronicle | The Year Of Our Lord 2020