A recurring question

At today's reunion among my mother's retired co-workers--many of whom I had not seen for years myself--I was asked the usual question, "Are you married already?" My negative answer was, as expected, followed by disappointment and an admonition--albeit a good-natured one--to get married soon. Of course, given that all but one of the people at the reunion are married people ,the general consensus at the gathering would be that marriage is the ideal vocation. At such situations, I'm really tempted to fire back with the question, what's is so wrong with being single?

The Sanctus road

Beware! this has an ending that might sound corny to you. For the first time in months I took the road that goes over "our hill" in order to get to this morning's Sunday mass. Although it is shorter than the one I usually take to go to work, I had not been taking this particular road because of the numerous potholes that I have to avoid along the way. In fact, sometimes one would have no choice but to fall into one in order to avoid another, to the detriment of the car's suspension. Anyway, the last time I took this road, most of the holes had been filled. But now after several downpours and the other week's typhoon, it's full of holes again. That is, holey thrice over so to speak. So I've christened it the Sanctus road.