Showing posts with label My life. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 25, 2024

Jo Walton, St. Zenobius, and Me: Joyful and Triumphant

Rerunning this piece because the sentiments still apply no matter when my birthday falls in the liturgical calendar. I am delighted to have made St. Zenobius's acquaintance, especially via Jo Walton.

  • Common attributes: Bishop
  • Occasional attributes: Florentine red fleur de lis, flowering tree
  • Patron saint of: Florence
  • Patron of places: Florence
  • Feast days: May 25
  • Most often depicted: Standing around with other saints, resurrecting somebody
  • Close relationships: St. Ambrose, St. Eugene and St. Crescentius
  • Relics: Florence, Santa Reparata crypt
Saint Zenobius was the first bishop of Florence. He supported St. Ambrose in battling the Arian heresy. He brought several people back from the dead, and his relics resurrected a dead elm tree. He used to be buried in San Lorenzo in Florence, but was later moved to Santa Reparata/the Duomo.

Saint Zenobius is one of these cases of an early Christian who did a good job and was pious and therefore got to be a saint just for that, without getting martyred or founding a giant order or anything. I support this, but it means his primary role was in Christianizing Florence and putting it on the map, so he is not and never will be particularly beloved outside his native town.

Photo and text: Ex Urbe blog
(where there is much more about St. Zenobius ... and also St. Reparta!)
My road to St. Zenobius is a long and fascinating one. At least to me.

A long, long time ago (in 2015!), Scott and I had our first guest on A Good Story is Hard to Find. We were thrilled to talk with Br. Guy Consolmagno, Vatican Astronomer, about his book selection, Among Others by Jo Walton.

A few years ago Scott was at a local con and met Walton, telling her about our degree of connection and thoughtfully sending me a signed copy of her new short story collection, Starlings.

I've got to admit it is a bit off-putting to read an introduction where the author spends so much time talking about how everyone agrees she just can't write a decent short story. So I did put it off for a while. Finally I bravely flipped open Starlings and landed on the first page of Joyful and Triumphant: St. Zenobius and the Aliens. It is told by St. Zenobius and blew me away with how accurately it portrayed sainthood, God ... and the point of the whole thing. (You can read it here.) While I was reading her Brother Guy connection floated in the back of my mind. I figured that she'd just naturally get this right and she really, really did.

Interestingly, about the time I read this story I realized that my birthday this year will be on a Friday. And after Pentecost. So Easter will be officially ended and it will be back to meatless Fridays for us. I've been rueing this since we always go out to eat in celebration — so I looked up saints whose days are on my birthday, thus justifying fried chicken (my traditional birthday choice).

Now there are saints for every day of the year. But if I'm looking to get around the rules then I seriously study the saint I find. I've got to have a real connection otherwise I've just got to put up with those rules. No freebies.

Who did my eye fall on first out of the long, long list? Of course. St. Zenobius. Who I didn't really know was a real saint. Just thought Walton made him up.

I feel as if this was a long way to go for him to wrangle an introduction, but I also feel as if that is what he did.  Looking around recently I saw that there is a much better known saint on May 25, St. Bede. But that's not who stepped up and shook my hand, after using all the things I love to get my attention.

I love the saints who fought against the Arian heresy. It went on so long and was so pervasive that I feel as if it is like the waves of secularism that are battering faith these days. And that's what St. Zenobius did. He was close to St. Ambrose, who I admire so much. Any friend of St. Ambrose is a friend of mine.

Now when I lift that piece of chicken, it will be with true admiration for a great saint!

Friday, November 17, 2023

Things I Know Because My Washing Machine Broke

I was looking through old posts and came across this from 2013 which I found delightful as it reminded me of a long forgotten incident which brought a great deal of pleasure. (Also I've been meaning to reread Middlemarch, if I can ever finish slogging through War and Peace, so it just added to my determination.) 

Now 10 years later my laundry-doing daughter is married with her own little one who is now three! And my LA daughter has been living in Dallas with us for many years (which tells you how well we all get along - it is wonderful).

At any rate, perhaps you will enjoy this as much as I did.

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When your washing machine breaks ...
... and you are lucky enough to have a grown daughter in the area ... she will not only let you use her machine ... she will very kindly take the laundry and wash it for you. What a sweetie!

When your washing machine breaks ...
... and you went to your grown daughter's to have cocktails (oh, fine, and also pick up the laundry) ... you will also video Skype with your other daughter in L.A.

It is almost as good as a family party, what with the drinks and the talking and these two people chatting in the background while those two people talk about how amazing Middlemarch is (never mind which two people, that isn't important).

You might have a second cocktail while you're at it. But the important thing is the family party.

When your washing machine breaks ...
... your daughter will ask you to stay for dinner and to watch a British TV show she just knows you will love. She will order a pepperoni pizza from Piggie Pies and ask them to put garlic on it. They press the garlic so it just adds a certain soupcon of depth. Who knew? We didn't but I plan to do it for every pizza I order in the future.

When your washing machine breaks ...
... and you have the new one installed, with a trial load of towels washing, which you keep checking because it is so much fun to watch it swish through the glass lid (what will they think of next?) ... it will sweetly let you know it is finished by singing a little song.  (I guess that is what they thought of next.)

It's got to do that, you know, because it is so quiet that you can't tell it is even running.

When your washing machine breaks ...
... you look at all the good things that came from it and you realize how small all your problems are and how great are your blessings.