>I Don’t Want to Get Over

>Gentle reader, The Courtier had a very, very, VERY good time last night at what was surely one of the best Georgetown parties of the year for the yuppie, 20-30-something set. This to such an extent, that he seriously considered not getting up for work this morning, but maturity and nature’s internal clock convinced him otherwise. There had been some concern about the snow, since Washington received a couple of inches yesterday and Georgetown is not the safest place to be under such circumstances; cobblestone lanes and Belgian brick pavers are all very pretty, but when it snows they become more treacherous than aggregate concrete pavements.

In any case, it was a great pleasure to see the American Papist, the Wondrous Pilgrim, the Prolix Patriot, and many other old friends, as well as to make some new ones, in a festive and stylish setting. The Courtier was even very graciously allowed by his hosts to demonstrate for the guests the magical Caga Tió with the help of the aforesaid said Papist. Naturally, one donned one’s barretina (the traditional Catalan stocking cap) to match Senyor Tió.

After such events, especially when they take place during the work week, the next day one is usually left feeling somewhat “rough”, as the British say. So perhaps it is not surprising that on his way to work this morning the internal audio of this scrivener kept repeating the classic 1976 track “Love Hangover” by Diana Ross; if you are not aware of it, please allow this to serve as an unqualified endorsement of said tune (particularly beginning around 1:10.) Admittedly this is not a Christmas tune, but until the caffeine sets in and the chill leaves the bones, one has to get moving any way that one can.

Though Ms. Ross does not want to get over the hangover-like feeling of being in love, in the case of last evening’s very memorable festivities The Courtier does not want to get over the feeling that greater charity is needed on his part, as a result of the joy, fraternity, and thanksgiving which were evoked. How very fortunate we are, in good times and in bad, to be able to have family and friends, and how very sad it is to think of those who are all alone. Perhaps between now and Christmas Day, as the reader takes the time to reflect upon how much we have been blessed with the birth of the Savior, it would be helpful to consider the example He provided us to follow of reaching out to those whom no one wants to touch.

One of the guests at last evening’s gathering told me about a practice which he and his housemates began a few years ago, of visiting a home for disabled veterans near their house, and singing carols for the residents. This has blossomed into a larger event each year, with the patients so grateful for the change to the routine of beds, medicine, and four walls, day after day, year after year. Surely we who have the great benefit of people who care about us can all find ourselves to do something, even if it seems but a small thing. The challenge of course, is to not get over that Christmas spirit of charitable empathy, but to continue it even when Christmastide comes to a close; let us all try to keep that in mind as we begin our feasting and open up our new calendars for 2011.

Barcelona babies taking a whack at the Caga Tió

UPATED: Of Your Charity…Prayers for A Friend’s Upcoming Heart Surgery

REMINDER: Gentle reader, you have until midnight on August 15, 2009 to enter your submission in The Courtier’s Birthday Contest!

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Dear Readers:

My friend Connor, whom I know from Catholic and legal circles hereabouts in D.C. and who has spent time living in the Catalan-speaking world (thus giving us numerous subjects to discuss when we run into each other), is suffering from an aortic aneurysm. Tomorrow, August 14th, he will be undergoing what he refers to as “Operation Chest Cracker” at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore. The surgeon tells him this is a fairly straight-forward procedure, but apparently the recovery time will be somewhat lengthy.

I can imagine that this, the day before surgery, is going to be a nervous one for him and his family as they prepare for his surgery and convalescence, particularly as he and his wife have two small children. Of your charity, I would ask your prayers on his behalf, if you have a moment. I will certainly update this post when we have news.

Thank you and God bless,


UPDATE: Thank you for your prayers! I have the following news from the Mrs.:

Conor had a very successful surgery today. The surgeon repaired his aorta by removing the aneurism and spared his valve. He did say that the valve was “strange,” but we all know that Conor is one of a kind. (o:

Conor should be up and walking by tomorrow.

Thank you again for your kindness, let us continue to remember him in our prayers, if I may beg your indulgence dear reader, for his complete and timely recovery.

The Lorica of Saint Patrick

I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through a belief in the Threeness,
Through confession of the Oneness
Of the Creator of creation.

I arise today
Through the strength of Christ’s birth and His baptism,
Through the strength of His crucifixion and His burial,
Through the strength of His resurrection and His ascension,
Through the strength of His descent for the judgment of doom.

I arise today
Through the strength of the love of cherubim,
In obedience of angels,
In service of archangels,
In the hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
In the prayers of patriarchs,
In preachings of the apostles,
In faiths of confessors,
In innocence of virgins,
In deeds of righteous men.

I arise today
Through the strength of heaven;
Light of the sun,
Splendor of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of the wind,
Depth of the sea,
Stability of the earth,
Firmness of the rock.

I arise today
Through God’s strength to pilot me;
God’s might to uphold me,
God’s wisdom to guide me,
God’s eye to look before me,
God’s ear to hear me,
God’s word to speak for me,
God’s hand to guard me,
God’s way to lie before me,
God’s shield to protect me,
God’s hosts to save me
From snares of the devil,
From temptations of vices,
From every one who desires me ill,
Afar and anear,
Alone or in a mulitude.

I summon today all these powers between me and evil,
Against every cruel merciless power that opposes my body and soul,
Against incantations of false prophets,
Against black laws of pagandom,
Against false laws of heretics,
Against craft of idolatry,
Against spells of women and smiths and wizards,
Against every knowledge that corrupts man’s body and soul.
Christ shield me today
Against poison, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding,
So that reward may come to me in abundance.

Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me,
Christ in the eye that sees me,
Christ in the ear that hears me.

I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through a belief in the Threeness,
Through a confession of the Oneness
Of the Creator of creation