Monday, June 30, 2025

June Recap

 

 

In light of the dearth of postings, you may surmise June has been quite the busy month. And you’d be surmising correctly. A lot’s been going on down here at Chez Hopper south-of-the-border (well, south of the Mason-Dixon line, if said line stretched to the midpoint of the United States). Some blog-worthy stuff, some stuff that’s too personal for the semi-anonymity being thrown around here, and some stuff I don’t even want to commit to the electronic page.

 

One thing’s for sure: we’ve been on the go somewhat constantly. Little One, elementary school teacher-in-training, has been working full time at a pre-school / summer camp, going crazy each day with different themes (movie day, wacky water fun day, bake bread day, etc.) managing a class of around 25 five- to nine-year-olds. To get to her job, though, she needs my car, which leaves me with no wheels. So I have to be dropped off and picked up from my place of business three days a week, and to this soul who loves regularity, that’s often stressfully unpredictable. I normally clock out at 4, and being picked up at as early as 3:15 or as late as 6:30 is not an uncommon occurrence.

 

Patch had a week of Yearbook Camp, but that only meant we dropped her off at the high school and picked her up in the early evening. They bussed all the high school yearbook students (we have something like eleven high schools in our own monster-sized town) to one of the local community colleges where they all learned the creative and marketing aspects of yearbooking, brainstorming, playing games and winning prizes, and socializing.

 

The Mrs. has been fairly solitary, only leaving on one short business trip down to Austin for three days. But she’s been busy and stressed as ever. Me, I’ve taken to working on the exterior of my home. Each weekend I’m mowing, cutting shrubbery, mulching, keeping the encroaching weeds at bay with Roundup, filling cracks in the ground and bunny holes with dirt, etc. I have a huge gardening hat (given to me by Patch on my last birthday) which keeps the anvil of the sun off my face and neck, but the mosquitos have been feasting on me, which can be quite unpleasant. Everything down in Texas is bigger, even the mosquito bites.

 

Speaking of gifts given to me, I had a great Father’s Day two weeks ago. The ladies treated me to a juicy steak, with sides of asparagus and home-made macaroni and cheese. Little One bought me a book Constantine and the Conversion of Europe (which I read the following week) and Patch got me L’Enfance du Christ, a double-album oratorio by the composer Hector Berlioz (my record collection is now up to 49). And to top it all off, we four watched Titan: The OceanGate Submersible Disaster, something I’ve been into off-and-on since following it closely in real-time Father’s Day weekend in 2023.

 

More importantly, my daily background radiation of existential dread has been shouting and gesticulating and doing angry cartwheels louder and louder, until I could no longer shut it out. While Little One and the Mrs. and, to a lesser extent, Patch, are all thriving down here, I have yet to hit my stride. The job is meaningless to me, a dead-end that merely pays the mortgage and some groceries. I have not connected with anything or anyone (not that I’m a connector by nature), but the girls are becoming adults and making strides to move out and start their own lives, and I’m a little frightened by the aspect of not having them around on an everyday basis, as they’ve been for the last 15, 20 years. Even the dog is getting older, having just surpassed the Mrs. in the dog/human year ratio and rapidly catching up to, and soon to pass, me.

 

So I decided to devote some time to finding meaning. Sounds suspiciously hippy, and I’m naturally suspicious of anything hippy. But as a first step I got some books and promised myself to do the exercises in ’em, which ultimately revealed nothing new to me. Though, to be fair, I haven’t finished everything I got. I suffer from a lot of psychological hangups, some innate and some from environmental causes, and even if I were to move past them, there’s always the financial vise of debt and obligation, as well as familial and social expectations, and all these and more conspire to keep me locked in unfulfilling routine. Not sure how to break out, but I have been giving it my strongest effort since moving down here to Texas four years ago. 

 

What does the immediate future hold?

 

Well, I took today off from work to take care of a few things, and I have a three-day remote week ahead. Then another three-day weekend as we celebrate the Fourth. The wife and girls are flying up to Pennsylvania for 10 days two weeks into July, as part of a vacation / college scouting trip for my youngest. The Mrs. will be doing a lot of driving, the farthest being a trip to a college in Buffalo that Patch is interested in. They’ve never seen Niagara Falls, so at least something positive will come of that if the school fails to check all the boxes. Me, I’m staying home with Charlie. The $750 round-trip airline ticket for me plus the $600 dogsitting charge will offset the cost of a rental car. I’ll be working and walking the dog, but at least I can watch a few science fiction flicks and feast on some Hawaiian pizza while dueling with that cartwheeling existential angst.

 

That’s the tip of the iceberg here. June, on the whole you were okay. Had better months, but had worse too. Now get outta here, and let’s get on with summer.

 

Sunday, June 1, 2025

June is Devoted to the Sacred Heart of Christ

 




The Litany of the Sacred Heart


Lord, have mercy on us.

Christ, have mercy on us.

Lord, have mercy on us.

Christ, hear us.

Christ, graciously hear us.

God the Father of Heaven,

Have mercy on us.

God the Son, Redeemer of the world,

Have mercy on us.

God the Holy Spirit,

Have mercy on us.

Holy Trinity, one God,

Have mercy on us.

 

Heart of Jesus, Son of the Eternal Father,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Formed by the Holy Ghost in the womb of the Virgin Mother,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Substantially united to the Word of God,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Of Infinite Majesty,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Holy Temple of God,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Tabernacle of the Most High,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, House of God and Gate of Heaven,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Burning Furnace of charity,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Vessel of Justice and love,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Full of goodness and love,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Abyss of all virtues,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Most worthy of all praises,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, King and center of all hearts,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, In Whom are all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, In Whom dwelleth all the fulness of the Divinity,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, in Whom the Father is well pleased,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Of Whose fullness we have all received,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Desire of the everlasting hills,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Patient and abounding in mercy,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Rich unto all who call upon Thee,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Fountain of life and holiness,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Atonement for our sins,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Filled with reproaches,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Bruised for our offenses,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Made obedient unto death,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Pierced with a lance,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Source of all consolation,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Our Life and Resurrection,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Our Peace and Reconciliation,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Victim for our sins,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Salvation of those who hope in Thee,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Hope of those who die in Thee,

Have mercy on us.

Heart of Jesus, Delight of all the Saints,

Have mercy on us.

 

Lamb of God Who takest away the sins of the world,

Spare us, O Lord.

Lamb of God Who takest away the sins of the world,

Graciously hear us, O Lord.

Lamb of God Who takest away the sins of the world,

Have mercy on us.

Jesus, meek and humble of heart,

Make our hearts like unto Thine.

 

Let us pray.

 

Almighty and eternal God, look upon the Heart of Thine most-beloved Son, and upon the praises and satisfaction He offers Thee in the name of sinners; and appeased by worthy homage, pardon those who implore Thy mercy, in Thy Great Goodness in the name of the same Jesus Christ Thy Son, Who liveth and reigneth with Thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, world without end. Amen.



Saturday, May 31, 2025

Short Philosophical Musing

 

I used to think, influenced by the world, that Nietzsche was the polar opposite of Christianity. Now, I don’t think so.


Consider these quotes:

  

“Do you think that I count the days? There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.”


“You are – your life, and nothing else.”


“Everything has been figured out, except how to live.”


“Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself.”


“Life has no meaning a priori … it is up to you to give it a meaning, and value is nothing but the meaning that you choose.”


“Better to die on one’s feet than to live on one’s knees.”

 

These are the words of a man whose book I have behind me. I spent $20 of my slave wages on it seven years ago but have yet to crack it. This man’s thought was presented to me in several college courses, and I have had to write essays on said words for a grade. The man is a philosopher called Jean-Paul Sartre, and he is one of the founders of a school of thought known as existentialism, a philosophy that both attracts and repels me in equal measures.


The last quote, about living on one’s knees, struck me. I went to confession this morning. I spoke to a kindly old priest anonymously through a veiled window and listed my sins, in kind and in frequency (and often in embarrassment) and was absolved by a man acting in persona Christi. Then I went out in front of the tabernacle and did my penance and spoke internally from my heart to the Lord of the Universe, on my knees.


How utterly pitiable this man Sartre never encountered something like this. True, he lived through World War II in occupied France, a thing I cannot conceive, yet so did millions of others who survived, if only by the fact they fell to their knees before God. A man named Karol Wojtyla, who lived through World War II in occupied Poland, provides a perfect example of this.


But life is a mysterious thing, and so many aspects of it are not privy to us. Sartre allegedly had a death-bed conversion. And I may read Being and Nothingness, the book stacked in the pile behind me, at some undetermined point in the future.