The Holy Rosary: Mysteries

I’m thinking about making rosaries.  It seems like a fairly easy product to make;  I thought. Then I realized that the rosary is really complicated to actually use. I’m sure I was taught during CCD (Catholic Christian Doctrine) classes as a child, but have forgotten just about everything involved. So, I’m going to add a series of blogs on the history of and how to pray the rosary. We’ll begin with the Mysteries.

The Church has used three sets of mysteries for many centuries. In 2002 Pope John Paul II proposed a fourth set of mysteries—the Mysteries of Light, or Luminous Mysteries. According to his suggestion, the four sets of mysteries might be prayed on the following days: the Joyful Mysteries on Monday and Saturday, the Sorrowful Mysteries on Tuesday and Friday, the Glorious Mysteries on Wednesday and Sunday, and the Luminous Mysteries on Thursday.

The Joyful Mysteries

  1. The Annunciation
    Mary learns that she has been chosen to be the mother of Jesus.
  2. The Visitation
    Mary visits Elizabeth, who tells her that she will always be remembered.
  3. The Nativity
    Jesus is born in a stable in Bethlehem.
  4. The Presentation
    Mary and Joseph take the infant Jesus to the Temple to present him to God.
  5. The Finding of Jesus in the Temple
    Jesus is found in the Temple discussing his faith with the teachers.

The Mysteries of Light

  1. The Baptism of Jesus in the River Jordan
    God proclaims that Jesus is his beloved Son.
  2. The Wedding Feast at Cana
    At Mary’s request, Jesus performs his first miracle.
  3. The Proclamation of the Kingdom of God
    Jesus calls all to conversion and service to the Kingdom.
  4. The Transfiguration of Jesus
    Jesus is revealed in glory to Peter, James, and John.
  5. The Institution of the Eucharist
    Jesus offers his Body and Blood at the Last Supper.

The Sorrowful Mysteries

  1. The Agony in the Garden
    Jesus prays in the Garden of Gethsemane on the night before he dies.
  2. The Scourging at the Pillar
    Jesus is lashed with whips.
  3. The Crowning With Thorns
    Jesus is mocked and crowned with thorns.
  4. The Carrying of the Cross
    Jesus carries the cross that will be used to crucify him.
  5. The Crucifixion
    Jesus is nailed to the cross and dies.

The Glorious Mysteries

  1. The Resurrection
    God the Father raises Jesus from the dead.
  2. The Ascension
    Jesus returns to his Father in heaven.
  3. The Coming of the Holy Spirit
    The Holy Spirit comes to bring new life to the disciples.
  4. The Assumption of Mary
    At the end of her life on earth, Mary is taken body and soul into heaven.
  5. The Coronation of Mary
    Mary is crowned as Queen of Heaven and Earth.

Mosquito Solution

Every summer we rent a cabin at a campground about 20 minutes from our house. It’s kind of like a “staycation” because it’s so close to home, and it’s pretty cheap too. They have a pool and always have activities set up for the kids over the weekend. The cabin has a front porch where we hang out a lot. We were always bothered by mosquitoes so one year we tried this:


We’ve tried citronella candles, bug sprays and even set up a screen tent but this worked way better than anything else. Mosquitoes are so light, it blows them away before they can even get near us. We’re renting a cabin again over Father’s day weekend and will be bringing our trusty old fan to combat the mosquitoes and the Zika virus.

Peace out.

Are you a Cat or Dog Person?

Modern Dog Magazine states:  “…according to an Associated Press/ poll, there are a lot more dog people out there; 74 percent of the test sample like dogs a lot, while only 41 percent like cats a lot.” They also concluded that dog people are more friendly while cat people see themselves as more independent.” That makes sense because of the way these two different species have evolved.

The evolution of dogs has included domestication, but also psychological convergence. This article states:” Convergent evolution is when distantly related species independently evolve similar solutions to the same problem. For example, fish,penguins and dolphins have each separately evolved flippers as a solution to the problem of moving through the water. What has been found between dogs and humans is something less frequently demonstrated: psychological convergence. Dogs have independently evolved to be cognitively more similar to humans than we are to our closest genetic relatives.[103]:60 Dogs have evolved specialized skills for reading human social and communicative behavior. These skills seem more flexible – and possibly more human-like – than those of other animals more closely related to humans phylogenetically, such as chimpanzees, bonobos and other great apes.”

10483564_776584532446597_437675850_n(1)Cats, on the other hand, have not become as domesticated as dogs. The latest research, “based on insights from recent archaeological discoveries and genome-sequencing studies, is that cats are semi-domesticated. Conventional wisdom holds that the ancient Egyptians were the first people to bond with the cat, only four thousand years ago. In 2004, however, a team of French researchers working in Cyprus unearthed the ninety-five-hundred-year-old remains of a human and a cat buried side by side. Last year, an analysis of cat bones and teeth from a fifty-three-hundred-year-old settlement in China indicated that the animals were eating rodents, grains, and the leftovers of human meals. It appears that, following the advent of agriculture, wildcats in the Near East and Asia likely began to congregate near farms and grain stores, where mice and rats were abundant. People tolerated the volunteer exterminators, and wildcats became increasingly comfortable with people. Whether this affiliation began five or ten millennia ago, the evidence suggests that cats have not been part of our domestic domain for nearly as long as dogs, which have been our companions for perhaps forty thousand years.”

I didn’t grow up with pets because my Mother was allergic and my Father would have refused anyway. He was born during the Great Depression and his Mother was widowed young, so they couldn’t afford to have pets. My Mother had cats growing up. While I was growing up, my Nana always had a cat. I didn’t really bond with any of her cats. We lived in different states and only went to visit once or twice a year and, cats being cats, they skedaddled when four little girls showed up.

I always thought I was a dog person. I’ve had several dogs since I flew the parental coop. My latest dog, Cleo, was a beautiful Greater Swiss Mountain dog who I loved dearly. We had to send her into the big sleep a couple of months ago because she was having a lot of trouble walking. She was almost 10. About a year before Cleo died, we got a cat from the SPCA. My daughter had been begging for years and we finally gave in. Well, surprise, surprise, I discovered that I love having a cat. Even more than having a dog.  OMG, they are so much less work, less expensive, less NEEDY!  It’s been quite a revelation.

Where do you stand on this issue? Cat or dog? Why?

Poor Freddie

I live near Baltimore. We travel there regularly for doctor’s appointments. In fact we’re seeing Chance’s neurologist at Johns Hopkins on Thursday.

One of the officers involved in the arrest was judged Not Guilty today. I’m happy for him, but sad for Freddie. Really just sad for Freddie. I hope Baltimore doesn’t erupt again.

I believe all these different trials are based on  a farce anyway. After working as an x-ray technologist for 15 years, I can testify that his neck looked really strange as the officers were dragging him to the van. Also, he wasn’t putting weight on his legs. At one point, they propped him onto his feet at the back of the van, but they were holding him up.             I believe his neck was broken BEFORE he was put in the van.

His screams are chilling, a mix of pain and panic. Somebody, probably one of the bike officers, knelt too hard on Freddie’s neck while he was laying prone. They probably heard it snap. It wasn’t done intentionally, but it was done. That’s why they didn’t seat belt him in. He couldn’t sit upright. Poor Freddie.

I Am the Child

I Am the Child…

I am the child who cannot talk.
You often pity me; I see it in your eyes. You wonder how much I am aware of…I see that as well.
I am aware of much…whether you are happy or sad or fearful, patient, full of love and desire, or if you are just doing your duty by me.

I marvel at your frustration, knowing mine to be far greater, for I cannot express my needs nor myself as you do. You cannot conceive my isolation, so complete it is at times.
I do not gift you with clever conversation, cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated.
I do not give you answers to your everyday questions, responses over my well-being, sharing my needs, or comments about the world around me.
I do not give you rewards as defined by the world’s standards….
Great strides in development that you can credit yourself, I do not give understanding, as you know it.

What I give you is so much more valuable…I give you instead, opportunities.
Opportunities to discover the depth of your character, not mine, the depth of your love, your commitment, your patience, your abilities, the opportunity to explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible.
I drive you further than you would ever go on your own, working harder, seeking answers to your many questions, and creating questions with no answers.
I am the child who cannot talk.


I am the child who cannot walk.
The world sometimes seems to pass me by.
You see the longing in my eyes to get out of this chair, to run and play like the other children.
There is much you take for granted.
I want the toys on the shelf, I need to go to the bathroom, oh, and I’ve dropped my fork again.
I am dependent on you in these ways.

My gift to you is to make you aware of your great fortune your healthy back and legs, your ability to do for yourself.
Sometimes people appear not to notice me…
I always notice them.
I feel not so much the envy as desire to stand upright, to put one foot in front of the other, to be independent.
I give you awareness.
I am the child who cannot walk.

I am the child who is mentally impaired, I don’t learn easily, if you judge me by the world’s measuring stick.
What I do know is infinite joy in the simple things.
I am not burdened as you are with the strife and conflicts of a more complicated life.
My gift to you is to grant you the freedom to enjoy things as a child, to teach you the gift of simplicity.
I am the child who is mentally impaired.


I am the child with a disability.
I am your teacher.
If you allow me, I will teach you what is really important in life.
I will give you and teach you unconditional love.
I gift you with my innocent trust, my dependency upon you.
I teach you respect for others and their uniqueness.
I teach you about the sanctity of life.
I teach you about how very precious this life is and about not taking things for granted.
I teach you about forgetting your own needs and desires and dreams.
I teach you giving.
Most of all, I teach you hope and faith.
I am a child with a disability.

Author Garth Wheeler – South Africa


“Housewife” Tip

Here’s a tip from one “house wife” to another. If your car is far from your front door, as mine is, use a wagon to transport the heavier stuff.


This is an old wagon I got for my kids when they were little. Here I’m standing by the front door and my car is out past and just left of the gate. Delivery people sometimes can’t figure out where the front door is because you can’t see it from the street. It’s a weird house, originally a cottage built in 1950, and added on to. Now it’s a one and a half story with the “front” door on the side of the house.
Go figure.