7:29 was the moment of overcast sunrise in Rome and 18:19 is alotted for its setting. The Ave Maria Bell should be rung at 18:30.
It is the 20th Sunday after Pentecost and the Feast of St. Severinus Boethius. He was a pivotal figure at the cusp of late Antiquity and what are called the Middle Ages. He is buried in the same church as St. Augustine of Hippo in Pavia. More on him in another post.
Thank you, Lord, for this day.
This might not have immediate appeal, at least for most people and at this stage. What you see here is mashed garlic, a little salt, olive oil, white wine vinegar and anchovy filets which are about to be mashed up with the rest into a sauce.
How strange is it that the olive oil can as “Nutrition Facts” in English. Strange. In any event, I had posted about puntarelle, for which I am particularly eager. I’m giving them an additional chill before draining and then drying with paper towels.
Yum. So, I didn’t completely mash the anchovies.
And, since the colors go well together, it’s black’s move. White is up in material including a couple of passers. Black doesn’t seem to have any effective checks or captures. Those passed pawns are such a threat that black needs a mating net and needs it now. Perhaps some deflecting and discovering could be involved.
Thanksgiving could include some wine from the traditional Benedictine monks of Le Barroux. Use FATHERZ10 at check out for 10% off.
Here is something for my friend Fr. John Hunwicke, whose blog Mutual Enrichment is a treasure. We share admiration for the the great Papa Lambertini, Benedict XIV of happy memory. “The Legislator”. His touches are upon St. Mary Major, the “Liberian Basilica”.
This is immediately over the door, so there was light spillage.
I wish I had had the presence of mind to make a video of this guy whizzing by.
How to work a “nasone” for a refreshing sip. Block the spout.
Block the spout. A metaphor for life. How many sins could we avoid by keeping our mouths shut?
Get the picture?