On Saturday, my mom got married. That’s always a weird experience. I won’t go into the particulars though.
Here at the hotel from hell, the 1st and 2nd rooms we had were gross. After arranging a refund, the 3rd room seems functional. Can you guess what I found, in room 1? (see photo)
Um... Yeah.. we're gonna need a comp.
In a related note: (complaints)
I got this fanny mail (that’s a bit of a joke for my British readers). Where do they come up with this stuff?
(?) Maybe she hasn't read the blog much.
See, I think Jesus is God, one member of the Trinity, not just a Demi god whose name we have to use constantly to prove to others that we truly believe Jesus of Nazareth was and is the Son of God. I have dedicated all that I am to loving and serving God, which incidentally includes Jesus. Bye, Esther. I forgive you, and I hope you forgive me. God and Jesus bless you.
What’s your worst hotel experience or worst “fan mail”/comment ever?
Friday and Saturday I took off to the Poconos with my daughter for a mother/daughter retreat. The whole getaway sneaked up on me, and I realized about an hour before we had to leave that we were due to attend this overnight cabin camping getaway.
Ten things I learned from my getaway:
1. When a female retreat speaker likes to take off her shoes (and has toes that look like man fingers) I have trouble concentrating.
2. Camp cabins have a wet sock meets wet canine smell. This is normal.
3. A retreat menu consists of 300% of one’s daily requirement of carbohydrates. (MMM and uh-oh.)
4. A camping getaway is not complete unless several bugs are captured and treated like members of the family, before they die in captivity.
5. Turkeys wake up at 4 a.m….vocalizing.
6. Even if a mom/daughter hike includes spotting deer up close, friendly fowl, and indescribable beauty, wet pants, shoes, and socks will incur massive amounts of overshadowing whining.
7. Staying up past 11 p.m. for its own sake makes an eight year old immeasurably ecstatic and then immeasurably exhausted 12 hours later. Usually there is crying involved.
8. Apparently, when camping, there’s no such thing as “too much candy”.
9. Unspoken camp rule: carbonated beverages are a right, not a privilege.
10. Mysterious forces beyond one’s control cause one’s washcloths and towels to dry in no less than four days.
What are some things you’ve learned from camping?
photos of our time away.
gi-normous cross at Twin Pines camp
hayride
She had her new friends sign it
Ellie showcasing her umbrella -ella -ella craft
tic that bit me
weird vine
deer, closer up
deer
multi-colored shale
Ellie near shale pit
A symbol of our walk. (circling…we got lost in the woods)
Tomorrow marks my first day of teaching a 12 week stint on Spiritual Formation. I’m relating the journey of faith with and toward God to a scenic road trip, like Route 66.
Early on, Route 66 was well-traveled as people moved westward for a better life. Decades later, it became a common vacation expedition for families in the 1950s and 60s. What is it now? It’s not any of that.
The huge Interstate Highway system made traveling West smooth, faster, and more direct. Many of the towns with roadside attractions, and the windy roads from Chicago to Santa Monica were all but abandon. Some sections remain, and for the nostalgic traveler or the lovers of adventure on open the road, no other route is more alluring than, the Mother Road–the famous Route 66. It’s the stuff of legends.
For those of you who can’t come on join us, in person, here’s a “postcard” from the first leg of the trip.
Before we set off on a genuine road trip, we usually get an idea of where we’re going, and who we’re going with. We might venture off the map, and we’ll certainly have unexpected happenings along the way. We can become anxious over what lies ahead, out of view; or we can keep optimistic, knowing that we trust our companions. We can adventure on, tackling whatever obstacles we need to. The truth is, our the destination shouldn’t overshadow our view or enjoyment of the journey. The journey is part of how we are trained for our destination. SO, here we go.
Here are 8 ways we learn during the Christian journey. Maybe you can think of some more.
Through the Holy Spirit
Through Scripture
In community
Spiritual guides/teachers
Through Sacraments
Through devotional practices
Through Christian History/Tradition
Which ones have helped you the most? Which ones have you left out the most?Thank you for sharing your ideas on this topic. Hop in, let’s go!
I’ve decided to learn a lot more about the road termed “The Mother Road”…Route 66.
Along the way, I’ll post interesting sights from my findings, and I’ll also parallel this excursion to the one we take in our heart, toward God.
You see, no one needs to take Route 66. Faster, smoother, and bigger interstate highways make this route outmoded. No, folks get their kicks on Route 66 for the journey itself…to experience the epic route that is America’s most famous and alluring roadway westward.
Route 66, Chicago, IL
The picturesque course was established in 1926, and originally ran from Chicago, Illinois, through Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and California, before ending at Los Angeles. It covered a total of 2,448 miles (3,940 km).
During the Dust Bowl days, in the early 1930s, people packed up and took this road to make a better life for themselves. In the 1950s, a trip on route 66 was a common family vacation, filled with plenty of sights, shops, roadside attractions, eating establishments, camping grounds, gas stations, and lodging choices. A virtual monument to Americana and campy kitsch. Now the trail ends in Santa Monica, CA, and parts of the old route have been long abandon or fallen into disrepair.
Still the mystique and history of the open road west continues to excite travelers to venture on various portions of the legendary Route 66.
Starting April 3, 2011, I will be teaching a class fashioned after this type of adventure, at Bethesda EC Church, called: Route 66: Adventures in Spiritual Formation. Part I will include getting familiar with the route and its ways: the epic trail God has in store for each of us. Part II will involve the experience of traveling it for ourselves. Two 6-week bursts. I hope you can come.
Various postings here will serve as a companion to the weekly excursions we will take…like postcards and journal entries from highlights and stops on the road.
So, Hop in. During April, May, and June, get hip to this timely tip, and we’ll find some kicks on route 6-6.
Now a question for you: What’s the best road trip you’ve ever taken?
OKAY! I’m going to try to point everyone in the right direction…which incidentally is something a certain forefather of mine did NOT do.
Click to read more about my great (x20+) grandpa, Chris.
So, I’m reading my blog analytics, and I’m confronted with an old foe…of sorts. It seemed a google search for some gastric-related product sent someone to my blog. Welcome to my whole life. My maiden name (and pen name) Colón is pronounced (basically) like this: CO – lone. (The other joke was, “What’s that smell? Is it Lisa Colón? Like eau de cologne…SO ingenious, right?)
Surprisingly…ahem…the word colon is well, confusing for a lot of people, and search engines, too.
Let’s be clear, the name Colón is not the same as the word used for a punctuation mark, or a semi-punctuation mark, or a main part of the large intestine. Oh, but WHAT a funny joke…especially at the doctor’s office. HA. HA. HA. Yeh, whatever. Nurses think they are endlessly funny, believe me.
You may have never heard of the Colón surname, at all, unless you are familiar with a certain Right Tackle football player and once Pittsburgh Steeler: Willie Colón (click for wiki).
We have an uncanny resemblance to each other, I KNOW.
Or you are particularly into Salsa music, and know Willie Colón, the Puerto Rican salsa music icon; a Nuyoricansalsa musician, and trombonist.
Salsa musician Willie Colón
If you are not familiar with Spain, Spanish, Spanish countries, or Central and South American countries, you are in new territory for this nomenclature.
Or!
You haven’t made the connection with all sorts of Columbian words (yes, the word Columbian relates to the “discoverer”..of a place where people already were…of the Americas…. Amerigo Vespucci…er…wait… I mean… “Christopher Columbus”.)
Those related words are Colonize, Colony, Colonel, Colonial, et cetera. Yes. They all originate with Cristóbal Colón, the Spanish name of Christopher Columbus.
Okay, now to clear it up, using the dictionary.
The word “colon” (pronounced COLE-on) which is NOT my name is 1 of 2 things:
colon 1 |ˈkōlən|
noun
a punctuation mark ( : ) indicating
• that a writer is introducing a quotation or a list of items.
• that a writer is separating two clauses of which the second expands or illustrates the first.
• a statement of proportion between two numbers : a ratio of 10:1.
• the separation of hours from minutes (and minutes from seconds) in a statement of time given in numbers : 4:30 p.m.
• the number of the chapter and verse respectively in biblical references : Exodus 3:2.
ORIGIN mid 16th cent. (as a term in rhetoric denoting a section of a complex sentence, or a pause before it): via Latin from Greek kōlon ‘limb, clause.’ colon 2
noun Anatomy
the main part of the large intestine, which passes from the cecum to the rectum and absorbs water and electrolytes from food that has remained undigested. Its parts are called the ascending, transverse, descending, and sigmoid colon.
ORIGIN late Middle English : via Latin from Greek kolon.
My name is Colón, which is different.
Colón |kəˈlōn|
the chief port of Panama, at the Caribbean Sea end of the Panama Canal; pop. 140,900. colón |kəˈlōn|
noun ( pl. -lones |-ˈlōˌnās|)
the basic monetary unit of Costa Rica and El Salvador, equal to 100 centimos in Costa Rica and 100 centavos in El Salvador.
ORIGIN from Cristóbal Colón, the Spanish name of Christopher Columbus (see Columbus 2 ).
Why do I continue to use a name that is confusing?
Part of it is that I’m just silly. And, well, my married name is DeLay. It’s French, and poses its own set of problems. Delay. Yes, perhaps I’m the repeated victim of circumstance. This is especially true if colon and delay are put together. Ya know?
And fittingly, this post has constipation…
But, it’s all so you can sit down, relax, and Wait…Wait…wait…
It’s all coming out better now in the end.
So, yeh, if you need a colon cleanser…as you can see, I’m here for you (in a sense).
