One of the residents at Via Christi Village has died. His name is Gilbert Joseph "Gib" Kuhn. He passed away Friday evening at the nursing home.
He had been out of the home at the hospital until it was decided there was nothing more that could be done. On Friday morning I saw him being led out of the elevator on a stretcher and respirator and back to his bedroom on the second floor.
A few of our postulant brothers who visit Via Christi are on their way to greet the Kuhn family at the nursing home. While they gather at St. John's chapel, I will bring prayers for Gib to our chapel for night prayer.
The sister of one of the friars of St. Fidelis Friary has also died. We expect to attend her funeral, as many of us as we can, formation schedule permitting.
In small towns such as Hays and Victoria, these passings are felt like the sacramental events they are.
For Gib, our friar's sister, and for all the souls flown recently from earthly life as we know it, eternal rest grant to them, O God, and let perpetual light shine upon them.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Sabbath Afternoon
Keeping still on a Sunday sabbath afternoon.
Last night I visited the annual Wild West Festival in Hays with several of the brothers. One of the St. Fidelis friars gifted us with complimentary tickets to the four-day event. We strolled the fairgrounds and sampled the carnival foods. Ten dollars bought me a walk through a mirrored funhouse and a dose of adrenaline stimulated by the g-forces from the Hang Glider and Orbiter. With an audience of a few hundred we watched a young country musician, Easton Corbin, do his thing on the concert stage until about 10:30. My untrained ears did their best to distinguish Corbin's sound and the songs, but it was with little success. I've had many more years of experience listening to and performing rock, jazz, and classical music: I can hear it better. The spirit of music that originates in the souls of black folk, the river of music that has the blues as its source: this is the spirit and spring that lives in me.
Arose this morning at quarter to nine; one of the last weekends I'll be able to sleep late. Attended 10 o'clock Mass at St. Fidelis Church, as I have done every Sunday since arrival. Late breakfast and the syndicated crossword puzzle, followed by computing and corresponding. Now, to edit a vocation story for one of my postulant brothers, perchance finally to write my own this evening. In between I will return to A Theology of Liberation by Gutierrez and The Secular City by Cox. I have one week to finish these books. They belong to the friary library; I can't take them with me to California. Going to drop Love and Will by Rollo May; there is not enough time to read it and digest it well.
Last night I visited the annual Wild West Festival in Hays with several of the brothers. One of the St. Fidelis friars gifted us with complimentary tickets to the four-day event. We strolled the fairgrounds and sampled the carnival foods. Ten dollars bought me a walk through a mirrored funhouse and a dose of adrenaline stimulated by the g-forces from the Hang Glider and Orbiter. With an audience of a few hundred we watched a young country musician, Easton Corbin, do his thing on the concert stage until about 10:30. My untrained ears did their best to distinguish Corbin's sound and the songs, but it was with little success. I've had many more years of experience listening to and performing rock, jazz, and classical music: I can hear it better. The spirit of music that originates in the souls of black folk, the river of music that has the blues as its source: this is the spirit and spring that lives in me.
Arose this morning at quarter to nine; one of the last weekends I'll be able to sleep late. Attended 10 o'clock Mass at St. Fidelis Church, as I have done every Sunday since arrival. Late breakfast and the syndicated crossword puzzle, followed by computing and corresponding. Now, to edit a vocation story for one of my postulant brothers, perchance finally to write my own this evening. In between I will return to A Theology of Liberation by Gutierrez and The Secular City by Cox. I have one week to finish these books. They belong to the friary library; I can't take them with me to California. Going to drop Love and Will by Rollo May; there is not enough time to read it and digest it well.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Personal Best
Results from the Wild West Festival 5K race, sponsored by the cross country team at Fort Hays State University:
Time: 27:42.3
Position by age and gender cohort (males age 30-39): 11 of 14
Position by gender: 78 of 110
Finish position: 117 of 222
Pace: 8:56 per mile
Not a world-beating time or even a local record of any sort, but for a skinny guy with low bodily-kinesthetic intelligence and high inhibitions, today's modest feat of physical endurance was a milestone -- a 3.2-milestone.
Though I was breathing heavily at the end of the race, I felt good. My body felt fit for another go-round, or at least part of the way around again. I've been accustomed to jogging 5 miles per hour on the treadmill under controlled conditions, so imagine my surprise when I did the arithmetic and found that I was jogging at 6.7 m.p.h. Going into the race I was hoping to finish within 40 minutes. I performed better than I ever imagined.
Five of my Capuchin brothers jogged and ran the race with me. Two others came along to cheer us. It was gratifying to be welcomed by them at the finish line, and it was fun to discover our times and performance data. Each brother's accomplishment was the fraternity's accomplishment. The good of one was the good of all. And everybody broke a sweat, including the two brothers who waited at the finish! In the festive atmosphere of the morning, even the most individualistic of entrants would have to concede that he did not run this race alone, or that her steps were guided by the good will of those whose stood watch at the water stand and kilometer markers.
If only the Holy Spirit could document for us our progress in the spiritual life in quantifiable terms. Perhaps some of us would become more eager to excel in our pursuit of her divine fruits. Not that we should look to compete against others for a greater "share" in the fruits of the Spirit, but that we should strive to live a more strenuous Christian life confident that, when we cultivate our gifts to the fullest, each of us does receive a share in the harvest of the Spirit. That each of us is blessed richly unto sufficiency, whatever the measure may be, should free us from all anxiety about our share in the glory of God.
When all have done their personal best, those who have "accomplished" great acts of faith, hope, and love and those who have "achieved" less are reckoned equally meritorious. To paraphrase Scripture, the one who gathers much does not gather too much, and the one who gathers little does not gather too little, but when all is collected we share greatness: a goodness in excess.
Pray for me and my Capuchin brothers that we carry on our continuing experiment in religious life with vigor, inspired by God's grace to do our personal best, even when we cannot see or measure the fruits of our labor. Pray also that what we reap in the Spirit, we share with all peoples. What is sown in the fields by men, women, and children belongs firstly and lastly to the God of jubilee, who will return it all to us.
Time: 27:42.3
Position by age and gender cohort (males age 30-39): 11 of 14
Position by gender: 78 of 110
Finish position: 117 of 222
Pace: 8:56 per mile
Not a world-beating time or even a local record of any sort, but for a skinny guy with low bodily-kinesthetic intelligence and high inhibitions, today's modest feat of physical endurance was a milestone -- a 3.2-milestone.
Though I was breathing heavily at the end of the race, I felt good. My body felt fit for another go-round, or at least part of the way around again. I've been accustomed to jogging 5 miles per hour on the treadmill under controlled conditions, so imagine my surprise when I did the arithmetic and found that I was jogging at 6.7 m.p.h. Going into the race I was hoping to finish within 40 minutes. I performed better than I ever imagined.
Five of my Capuchin brothers jogged and ran the race with me. Two others came along to cheer us. It was gratifying to be welcomed by them at the finish line, and it was fun to discover our times and performance data. Each brother's accomplishment was the fraternity's accomplishment. The good of one was the good of all. And everybody broke a sweat, including the two brothers who waited at the finish! In the festive atmosphere of the morning, even the most individualistic of entrants would have to concede that he did not run this race alone, or that her steps were guided by the good will of those whose stood watch at the water stand and kilometer markers.
If only the Holy Spirit could document for us our progress in the spiritual life in quantifiable terms. Perhaps some of us would become more eager to excel in our pursuit of her divine fruits. Not that we should look to compete against others for a greater "share" in the fruits of the Spirit, but that we should strive to live a more strenuous Christian life confident that, when we cultivate our gifts to the fullest, each of us does receive a share in the harvest of the Spirit. That each of us is blessed richly unto sufficiency, whatever the measure may be, should free us from all anxiety about our share in the glory of God.
When all have done their personal best, those who have "accomplished" great acts of faith, hope, and love and those who have "achieved" less are reckoned equally meritorious. To paraphrase Scripture, the one who gathers much does not gather too much, and the one who gathers little does not gather too little, but when all is collected we share greatness: a goodness in excess.
Pray for me and my Capuchin brothers that we carry on our continuing experiment in religious life with vigor, inspired by God's grace to do our personal best, even when we cannot see or measure the fruits of our labor. Pray also that what we reap in the Spirit, we share with all peoples. What is sown in the fields by men, women, and children belongs firstly and lastly to the God of jubilee, who will return it all to us.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Easing Off
Been falling behind on the blog. What happened to unpacking the metaphor of sister-brotherhood, key to Franciscan spirituality? What happened to the joy (and pain) of self-discovery found through the gift of the enneagram? What happened to telling you about the 5K race I am jogging tomorrow morning at Fort Hays State University?
Falling behind on the blog, indeed. At least, falling behind in the way I have been accustomed to posting. Things are changing, and they will continue to change. Of course, with the cap on Internet usage coming soon, it is just as well not to worry too much about this. It is time to ease off.
Time to treat the blog like a virtual telegraph. Get ready, readers, for in two weeks it will be cables from the Capuchin novitiate.
Falling behind on the blog, indeed. At least, falling behind in the way I have been accustomed to posting. Things are changing, and they will continue to change. Of course, with the cap on Internet usage coming soon, it is just as well not to worry too much about this. It is time to ease off.
Time to treat the blog like a virtual telegraph. Get ready, readers, for in two weeks it will be cables from the Capuchin novitiate.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Prayers for the Country
Happy Independence Day to all the U.S. readers of this blog. Had a good evening with the Capuchins who live at St. Joseph Friary in Hays. We had a spaghetti dinner, which was, to me, a nice change of pace from the usual Fourth of July fare of hamburgers and hot dogs! I hope you are enjoying good company this evening among your family, friends, and brothers and sisters in spirit. If you are reading this from Kansas or some similarly parched part of the country, please be careful with fireworks, and observe the burn ban in your area!
One of my prayers for this nation is that we will stop pouring so much of our wealth into armaments and all the tools and weapons of war. I pray our people will stop preparing young men and women to mindlessly defend the "interests" of the nation through force of arms.
I pray that we may achieve peace among our own and with all nations through nonviolent means. From the top down and from the bottom up, let us build peace and cease to do harm to creation, to our communities, and to our kin. If the United States as a country is worth living for and dying for, then let us advance this country through the force of compassion and the strength of our virtues.
If we are to have democracy, let us have it thoroughly, in the economy and society as well as in the affairs of state.
Let us pursue our interests by looking first to our neighbors' needs. I pray that citizens -- especially fellow Catholics -- will think twice before concluding that what is good for the United States is the same as the common good. When the two are in conflict, and often they are, we must decide who we will follow, Caesar or Christ.
We ask God to bless America, but even God is powerless to bless that which refuses to be blessed. God will not bless our cruel and inhumane treatment of undocumented immigrants. God will not bless us for punishing incarcerated persons far beyond proportion to their crimes. God does not bless so-called retributive justice. God does not bless our violence against women, children, seniors, and the mentally ill. God does not bless our prejudice against minorities, the poor, and the working class. When we ask God to bless America, let us also ask how we may make America a blessing, a light to the nations.
As Catholics in the United States, let us give thanks for the blessings of freedom and justice that have increased over centuries of struggle in this land. Let us resist the temptation to end our pilgrimage and build cities of empire, and repent whenever we do fall into sin and idolatry. Then let us renew daily, in faith, our witness to the definitive liberation of humanity inaugurated by God in the Exodus and fulfilled by Christ on Calvary.
So then you are no longer strangers and sojourners, but you are fellow citizens with the holy ones and members of the household of God.
Ephesians 2:19
Postscript: I am thankful today for my brothers' encouragement, kind affirmations, and conversations in the wake of the Walmart prayer action. It has generated a good multi-logue with the postulant brothers, especially among those who have usually held mixed feelings about the propriety of using prayer as protest. Seeds are being planted everywhere.
One of my prayers for this nation is that we will stop pouring so much of our wealth into armaments and all the tools and weapons of war. I pray our people will stop preparing young men and women to mindlessly defend the "interests" of the nation through force of arms.
I pray that we may achieve peace among our own and with all nations through nonviolent means. From the top down and from the bottom up, let us build peace and cease to do harm to creation, to our communities, and to our kin. If the United States as a country is worth living for and dying for, then let us advance this country through the force of compassion and the strength of our virtues.
If we are to have democracy, let us have it thoroughly, in the economy and society as well as in the affairs of state.
Let us pursue our interests by looking first to our neighbors' needs. I pray that citizens -- especially fellow Catholics -- will think twice before concluding that what is good for the United States is the same as the common good. When the two are in conflict, and often they are, we must decide who we will follow, Caesar or Christ.
We ask God to bless America, but even God is powerless to bless that which refuses to be blessed. God will not bless our cruel and inhumane treatment of undocumented immigrants. God will not bless us for punishing incarcerated persons far beyond proportion to their crimes. God does not bless so-called retributive justice. God does not bless our violence against women, children, seniors, and the mentally ill. God does not bless our prejudice against minorities, the poor, and the working class. When we ask God to bless America, let us also ask how we may make America a blessing, a light to the nations.
As Catholics in the United States, let us give thanks for the blessings of freedom and justice that have increased over centuries of struggle in this land. Let us resist the temptation to end our pilgrimage and build cities of empire, and repent whenever we do fall into sin and idolatry. Then let us renew daily, in faith, our witness to the definitive liberation of humanity inaugurated by God in the Exodus and fulfilled by Christ on Calvary.
So then you are no longer strangers and sojourners, but you are fellow citizens with the holy ones and members of the household of God.
Ephesians 2:19
Postscript: I am thankful today for my brothers' encouragement, kind affirmations, and conversations in the wake of the Walmart prayer action. It has generated a good multi-logue with the postulant brothers, especially among those who have usually held mixed feelings about the propriety of using prayer as protest. Seeds are being planted everywhere.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Jubilee at Walmart
Had one of my most exciting days thus far in Kansas. We raised up some holy rabble at the Walmart!
I alluded to a "liturgical project" in a previous post. Let me fill you in:
I get updates all the time from Interfaith Worker Justice. Well, IWJ called for prayer vigils this week at Walmart stores across the U.S. It's the 50th anniversary of Walmart, so in the spirit of the biblical jubilee, religious groups have been calling for a "Jubilee at Walmart," with living wages and better treatment of the company's 1.4 million workers.
The Capuchin postulants do most of their shopping at the Walmart in Hays, next door to us in Victoria. We really have no other option. Many of our groceries come from Walmart, too. As regular customers, we have a stake in Walmart, and we must accept responsibility for tacitly approving, with our dollars, the business practices of the company. (For a "people's perspective" on the impact of Walmart on workers, women, the environment, and small businesses, among other issues, click here.)
My conscience would not let me rest. So, I organized a prayer vigil for Jubilee at Walmart with my postulant brothers.
I was a little nervous about doing this. First of all, a prayer vigil for economic justice in a red state? Nuts, right? Most of the people here in Hays like -- no, love -- Walmart, which has been in business here for almost 30 years and employs about 700 people just at this one store. And although public prayer is a part of the Kansas culture, I don't think they've seen anything like this kind of a prayer before!
Second, most of the postulants never did anything like this before. I know the risks involved in prayer actions, and I know how stressful it can be confronting the almighty dollar with the almighty God for the first time. Nevertheless, seven Capuchin postulants formed our group. Bless them for their courage, doing something they never did before.
Here is a summary of the event:
We came with leaflets and an open letter for the store manager, signed by many of the postulants. Though we alerted no one ahead of time, management was ready for us, with police cars outside and employees inside watching us. (Walmart must have known about the IWJ-sponsored prayer vigils and sent memos to all the store managers.) We went inside the vestibule, formed a ring, and began singing "They'll Know We Are Christians By Our Love" while handing out leaflets. Instantly the store manager swooped in and got on his walkie-talkie, presumably with upper management or legal counsel. We finished our song, and I went to the store manager to introduce ourselves. He explained that we could not do flyering because it was solicitation. I explained who we were and that we were there just to pray for him and the workers, and I invited him to join us. He declined.
We all waited while the store manager was receiving instructions from his higher-ups. He told us that if we leafleted outside on the public sidewalk (about 100 yards away), we could pray inside. I asked him to please take our letter and pass it along to the Walmart CEO and the Walmart board of directors. He declined.
While he and his assistant managers and other employees looked on, we continued our prayer indoors with full voice. All the while, the store manager ushered customers in and out of the store, keeping them at some distance away from us, and the employees who push the carts were bringing in rows and rows of them, kind of barricading us from the customers. We read a reflection on jubilee; we said our petitions for the Walmart workers, the CEO and the board of directors, the Walton family, the store managers, and the public; we sang a Magnificat, and we left. In all, we were there for about 20 minutes.
I wonder what the customers thought. I wonder if they really believed we were being Christian, acting the way we did. I wonder if they believed we were being Catholic, praying the way we did. I wonder if they believed we were being Franciscan, pulverizing any preconception they might have of friars as only meek and mild lovers of Jesus, Mary, and nature who stay out of the way of the idols who stand astride the rough-and-tumble world of consumer capitalism.
I wonder what the store manager thought. He would not be drawn into conversation with us. This was a missed opportunity. What would he say, if he were at liberty to do so? I invite him to think about our words and our gestures and why our action had religious motivation. If he is feeling disturbed by what we did, then I invite him to speak to his pastor and to fellow believers about the meaning of jubilee.
Like I said, I am so proud of my Capuchin postulant brothers, because this was the first time many of them ever did such a faith-based action like this in public. There was tension and worried nerves, but in the end everybody felt fired up and glad they went. And the thing we wanted most -- to be seen and heard by Walmart management and by the customers -- we got. We were visible. We were audible. We were brothers to the workers. We were witnesses to jubilee!
You shall treat this fiftieth year as sacred. You shall proclaim liberty in the land for all its inhabitants. It shall be a jubilee for you, when each of you shall return to your own property, each of you to your own family.
Leviticus 25:10
I alluded to a "liturgical project" in a previous post. Let me fill you in:
I get updates all the time from Interfaith Worker Justice. Well, IWJ called for prayer vigils this week at Walmart stores across the U.S. It's the 50th anniversary of Walmart, so in the spirit of the biblical jubilee, religious groups have been calling for a "Jubilee at Walmart," with living wages and better treatment of the company's 1.4 million workers.
The Capuchin postulants do most of their shopping at the Walmart in Hays, next door to us in Victoria. We really have no other option. Many of our groceries come from Walmart, too. As regular customers, we have a stake in Walmart, and we must accept responsibility for tacitly approving, with our dollars, the business practices of the company. (For a "people's perspective" on the impact of Walmart on workers, women, the environment, and small businesses, among other issues, click here.)
My conscience would not let me rest. So, I organized a prayer vigil for Jubilee at Walmart with my postulant brothers.
I was a little nervous about doing this. First of all, a prayer vigil for economic justice in a red state? Nuts, right? Most of the people here in Hays like -- no, love -- Walmart, which has been in business here for almost 30 years and employs about 700 people just at this one store. And although public prayer is a part of the Kansas culture, I don't think they've seen anything like this kind of a prayer before!
Second, most of the postulants never did anything like this before. I know the risks involved in prayer actions, and I know how stressful it can be confronting the almighty dollar with the almighty God for the first time. Nevertheless, seven Capuchin postulants formed our group. Bless them for their courage, doing something they never did before.
Here is a summary of the event:
We came with leaflets and an open letter for the store manager, signed by many of the postulants. Though we alerted no one ahead of time, management was ready for us, with police cars outside and employees inside watching us. (Walmart must have known about the IWJ-sponsored prayer vigils and sent memos to all the store managers.) We went inside the vestibule, formed a ring, and began singing "They'll Know We Are Christians By Our Love" while handing out leaflets. Instantly the store manager swooped in and got on his walkie-talkie, presumably with upper management or legal counsel. We finished our song, and I went to the store manager to introduce ourselves. He explained that we could not do flyering because it was solicitation. I explained who we were and that we were there just to pray for him and the workers, and I invited him to join us. He declined.
We all waited while the store manager was receiving instructions from his higher-ups. He told us that if we leafleted outside on the public sidewalk (about 100 yards away), we could pray inside. I asked him to please take our letter and pass it along to the Walmart CEO and the Walmart board of directors. He declined.
While he and his assistant managers and other employees looked on, we continued our prayer indoors with full voice. All the while, the store manager ushered customers in and out of the store, keeping them at some distance away from us, and the employees who push the carts were bringing in rows and rows of them, kind of barricading us from the customers. We read a reflection on jubilee; we said our petitions for the Walmart workers, the CEO and the board of directors, the Walton family, the store managers, and the public; we sang a Magnificat, and we left. In all, we were there for about 20 minutes.
I wonder what the customers thought. I wonder if they really believed we were being Christian, acting the way we did. I wonder if they believed we were being Catholic, praying the way we did. I wonder if they believed we were being Franciscan, pulverizing any preconception they might have of friars as only meek and mild lovers of Jesus, Mary, and nature who stay out of the way of the idols who stand astride the rough-and-tumble world of consumer capitalism.
I wonder what the store manager thought. He would not be drawn into conversation with us. This was a missed opportunity. What would he say, if he were at liberty to do so? I invite him to think about our words and our gestures and why our action had religious motivation. If he is feeling disturbed by what we did, then I invite him to speak to his pastor and to fellow believers about the meaning of jubilee.
Like I said, I am so proud of my Capuchin postulant brothers, because this was the first time many of them ever did such a faith-based action like this in public. There was tension and worried nerves, but in the end everybody felt fired up and glad they went. And the thing we wanted most -- to be seen and heard by Walmart management and by the customers -- we got. We were visible. We were audible. We were brothers to the workers. We were witnesses to jubilee!
You shall treat this fiftieth year as sacred. You shall proclaim liberty in the land for all its inhabitants. It shall be a jubilee for you, when each of you shall return to your own property, each of you to your own family.
Leviticus 25:10
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Busy-ness
It was a strenuous week last week, and there is no slowing down at the start of this week.
On Monday evening I will tell my vocation story. Most of my brothers have already given theirs, and they have raised high the expectations for the few who have yet to speak. I hope to give a compelling oral account of the faith I now hold, the hope I have, and the love I have found. In the end, this story must be not so much my life story as a testimonial of what the Holy Spirit has done, and is doing, to me.
This will be the first time I open up in an intimate way to all the brothers at once. No doubt, a few of them have been waiting for me to get more personal with them. Well, the moment is arriving. I can guarantee you that I will feel a little nervous and perhaps vulnerable for some time afterward. This introvert likes to protect his mysteries, and he's good at it. Let's see how he good he is at self-revelation.
Still haven't moved beyond a messy half of a first draft of a written account of my vocation story. The formators told us on Friday that it is advisable but not necessary to complete the story before the beginning of novitiate. In other words, we have more time to write these stories for our future spiritual directors. I welcome the extension, but all the same, I would have liked to be done with this assignment. Sigh. Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.
Working, too, on another project, a liturgical project, involving several of the brothers, which occupied me all this weekend and will keep me busy until Tuesday afternoon. More on this later.
Wednesday is Independence Day, which, though a holiday, probably means we'll be stepping up the fraternal interaction. I believe we're joining the Capuchin friars who live in Hays for dinner and frivolities of a patriotic kind.
As I say, there is no slowing down yet. We may pause a little later this week or next weekend. Truthfully, we won't be slowing down until we get to California, and then begins the hurly-burly of adjustment to novice life. No rest until October?
On Monday evening I will tell my vocation story. Most of my brothers have already given theirs, and they have raised high the expectations for the few who have yet to speak. I hope to give a compelling oral account of the faith I now hold, the hope I have, and the love I have found. In the end, this story must be not so much my life story as a testimonial of what the Holy Spirit has done, and is doing, to me.
This will be the first time I open up in an intimate way to all the brothers at once. No doubt, a few of them have been waiting for me to get more personal with them. Well, the moment is arriving. I can guarantee you that I will feel a little nervous and perhaps vulnerable for some time afterward. This introvert likes to protect his mysteries, and he's good at it. Let's see how he good he is at self-revelation.
Still haven't moved beyond a messy half of a first draft of a written account of my vocation story. The formators told us on Friday that it is advisable but not necessary to complete the story before the beginning of novitiate. In other words, we have more time to write these stories for our future spiritual directors. I welcome the extension, but all the same, I would have liked to be done with this assignment. Sigh. Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.
Working, too, on another project, a liturgical project, involving several of the brothers, which occupied me all this weekend and will keep me busy until Tuesday afternoon. More on this later.
Wednesday is Independence Day, which, though a holiday, probably means we'll be stepping up the fraternal interaction. I believe we're joining the Capuchin friars who live in Hays for dinner and frivolities of a patriotic kind.
As I say, there is no slowing down yet. We may pause a little later this week or next weekend. Truthfully, we won't be slowing down until we get to California, and then begins the hurly-burly of adjustment to novice life. No rest until October?
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