Covering One’s Bases

Or, in this case, one’s foundation!

We’re having a bit of weather at present.

Now, ordinarily the heavy rain and high winds would seem cozy; however, given the storms of a week and a half ago and the damage that they inflicted, we are instantly on guard at the sight of those dark clouds. We’ve done the drills; we’ve kept vigil in the basement. Felicity makes sure of that.

Our holy water is in high demand these days. I bless the children, I bless the dog, I bless the doors and sometimes, the windows.

Tonight, though, I needed to keep one eye on the storm and the other eye on the stockpot. The storm hit at 5:00 p.m. Therefore the TV was on with the sound turned down so that we could watch for those scroll-along-the-bottom warnings while I cooked.

So far so good.

Ever the solicitous 3-year-old, Angela went to fetch some holy water for her stuffed animals. As she dipped her little hand into the font, it tipped. “Mommy, I blessed the wall!” she called.

“Did you, Honey?” I called back, distracted. The noodles were boiling and I turned the heat down.

“Well, it’s a good thing she blessed the wall,” Felicity remarked, in her quiet fashion, “because it may come tumbling down.”

Ad Jesum per Mariam,