I answer the phone.
Sr. Mary Z.: “Is Sr. X there?”
Me: “No, I’m home by myself.”
Sr. Mary Z.: “Oh, sorry for intruding. I love it when I’m all alone at home. Enjoy yourself!”
Conversation in the kitchen last night:
Sister A: “So there’s news about loads of people getting sick from eating Romaine.”
Sister B: “What? Why did you let me eat that for lunch?”
Sister A: “I didn’t know about this at that time.”
Sister B: “Oh, wait! What I ate was Ramen, not Romaine.”
Talking to Sr. Mary Z. this morning about our Jan-June calendar. We had to do a bit of research to see where the Feast of the Annunciation was going to land–because of March 25 being Palm Sunday next year. It has landed on April 9, 2018. Sr. Mary responds: “That’s almost late enough to make it a premature birth.”
We hosted two Sisters from the Daughters of St. Paul this weekend, and an hour and a half into their return drive, their 20 year old van died. As they were waiting for us to come and pick them up, they decided to walk to an Applebee’s because they had a gift card. Sr. B plugged in the address she had found in her phone’s GPS and they set off. As they neared their destination, they were puzzled because they found themselves in the middle of a residential neighborhood. Then they realized that the address that had been given them was for a Mr. & Mrs. Applebee. !!
We had a good laugh about it, but are indeed wondering if Mr. & Mrs. Applebee end up having many turn around in their driveway.
Yes, this conversation really did happen.
Sr. A: Do we have the Emperor’s Club in our library?
Sr. B: Who’s in it?
Sr. C: Calvin Klein.
Sr. D: No, it’s Kevin Kline.
Sr. A: Yes, Calvin Klein is in The Emperor’s New Clothes.
Sr. Sarah lost her voice for the whole of Advent. At one point, she went into the chapel and held up a sign that said: “His name is John.”
It didn’t work.
Our pastor was looking at this statue yesterday and posed the question: “What do you think the spiritual significance is of Joseph looking one way and Mary the other?”
Sr. Rachel immediately responded: “Joseph is looking for an inn . . . and Mary is looking for an out.”
One of our Sisters has been “burning the midnight oil” working on our Christmas newsletter so she could get it to the printer before Thanksgiving. Her sleep deprivation showed at dinner when she said, “The printer is at the newsletter!”
Our newest postulant is from Iraq. When she found out we had a Samsung washer in the basement that might blow up anytime, she quipped: “I really don’t want to live with a bomb in the basement of my house.”
Me either, for that matter.
You know the Sisters are planning something for entertainment tonight when you see one trying a colander on her head. This should be good.
Conversations in the Convent 