I took my copies of Chateaubriand’s Memoirs and the Oxford Book of English Verse to school this morning. Coming back from school, I realized I had forgotten to bring them back with me. I didn’t turn around. I’ll probably reject that decision.
Seeing how I’m not so busy at school, I savor tiny morsels of the volumes during the day. I don’t want my English to atrophy.
I brought three bottles of Crown Royal back to China with me. I’m dangerously close to killing off one of the bottles. And it isn’t even mid September yet.
I suppose I should report on my trip to Church on Sunday. I went with a colleague who is a Catholic from the Philippines. The mass was in Chinese. I tried to follow along in English using the order of the mass from the Universalis app, but it seemed that they had truncated the readings. I had to rely on my colleague to tell where we were in the mass. Still, I enjoyed it.
In this paragraph, I’ll ramble out some things I saw. When I walked in, the mass attendees were apparently reciting the rosary. I’m going to have to get a Chinese version of this and the mass to follow along. Most of the attendees were old. I only saw a couple families. I bought a crucifix from the church shop. Thirty RMB it cost. Father Wu blessed it.
I learned that I can go up during communion without doing the Eucharist
I did experience a moment of spiritual anguish while there.
Meanwhile at school, there was a lizard (gecko?) on my classroom’s ceiling.
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