Dear St. Anthony,

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Please come round, something is lost that cannot be found. If you find it, please bring it to me, and I’ll be happy as can be.

Dear St. Anthony, please come round, something is lost that cannot be found. If you find it, please bring it to me, and I’ll be happy as can be.

I’m pretty much a lapsed Catholic at this point, and like my relationship with Judaism, I’m only there for the food. But there are two times I pray.

1) I sing (under my breath, because out loud would be rude) the Ave Maria every time a plane takes off. It’s kind of my favorite prayer (sung), and it’s a nice meditative thing, and I’ve had slight PTSD about plane rides since 9/11.

2) The St. Anthony Prayer! Why? BECAUSE IT FUCKING WORKS. Case in point:

So, I went out with justatailor and her friends. More about that coming up! The doorman at D&Co actually carded us. Now, I normally use my passport for all ID-related things. On account of, you know, not driving. I always keep it in my purse. But I couldn’t find it.

So, I had a slight panic moment but managed to recover and have a lovely evening, reminding myself that I had recently taken a bunch of crap out of my purse, and probably inadvertently removed the passport. I did notice that I had misplaced my work ID as well, but since I needed to use that to get into my office after gorging at Bomboloni for lunch, I am pretty sure I just left it on my desk.

I got home and looked around. Note, I will say it now, the first place I checked was in my backpack that I use to lug my laptop around. I put away a whole bunch of shit that was in piles around my apartment. No luck.

No luck. I called my mom. She looked around on the coffee table where I usually leave my purse at the barn. No luck.

So I walked over to the grocery store and the little Chinese take out place I’ve been eating at since my stove broke (it’s fixed, by the way!) No luck. On the way home, I started chanting the St. Anthony Prayer.

Dear St. Anthony, please come round, something is lost that cannot be found. If you find it, please bring it to me, and I’ll be happy as can be.

Dear St. Anthony, please come round, something is lost that cannot be found. If you find it, please bring it to me, and I’ll be happy as can be.

Dear St. Anthony, please come round, something is lost that cannot be found. If you find it, please bring it to me, and I’ll be happy as can be.

I walked in the door. I looked around a bit more. I reached inside my backpack one. more. time.

And pulled out my passport.

HELL YES, ST. ANTHONY.

So, yeah, things about today!

1) OUR CHICKENS LAID FOUR EGGS SINCE SUNDAY. EEE. We have eggs! They are beautiful and brown and I can’t wait for the weekend when I will get to eat their eggs for the first time! Oh my goodness.

2) Like I said, epic awesome drinks and food with justatailor and crew. I have never been in the presence of so many gin-swilling ladies before, and that was excellent. Plus, all very friendly and open to sharing food and drinks which is the best kind of pepple to go out with. Between the five of us, I got to have some pulled pork slider, a fried crab thing, lobster rolls, and pork belly with polenta that was to die for. And some mighty delicious drinks.

So, good day, slight panic about the passport RESOLVED. I win today, thank you, St. Anthony!

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

Comments

[batchix.livejournal.com]

i sing hymns when i sew. X3

[zia-narratora.livejournal.com]

Hee! I sing...um, a lot of Lamb and Billie Holiday? And whatever else, but those are the two I get back to a lot.

[batchix.livejournal.com]

I used to sing most of the phantom of the opera, but i don't have the stamina or the pipes for that anymore.

[zia-narratora.livejournal.com]

Oh god, I used to since The Phantom of the Opera when I was in high school. Now my voice is a lot lower.

[gairid.livejournal.com]

Lapsed Catholic here---yet I still mutter to St. Anthony when I can't fond something and he generally comes through--I am known to mutter 'Miserere nobis' when I hear an ambulance or pass a cemetery.

Fresh eggs are SO GOOD! I can never get over the richness of the yolks. I am waiting to see what sort of cocktail you will figure out to make from them!

[zia-narratora.livejournal.com]

My boss just asked me to do an egg white cocktail with the eggs, so I suppose there will be one in the works.

Oh god we spent the morning drooling over this new local syrup manufacturer. So exciting.

[docbrite.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes it does work. Apparently it even gives bonuses to readers: I just went and checked to make sure I knew where my passport was, and I found €55 tucked into it from my last trip!

[zia-narratora.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, sweet! That is excellent! I hope you put it to good use on your trip!

[gildedage.livejournal.com]

Make sure you donate a can of food! St. Anthony is the Saint who's name I'd be confirmed with...whenever that happens. Anyway, there's a tradition of donating the weight of the thing you found. It used to be flour, but now they suggest donating time, money, or just stuff to a food bank. I love St. Tony.

[zia-narratora.livejournal.com]

What! I've never heard that. Is that an Irish thing? Because Italians don't do that as far as I know, and I've been to his church in Padua. We just keep his tongue in a jar.

[gildedage.livejournal.com]

Actually, I think it's Polish. I was googling him one day. Are you kidding me? Irish? Donate?

[zia-narratora.livejournal.com]

Ouch! I was just guessing based on you doing it!

[docbrite.livejournal.com]

I always heard you were supposed to put 13¢ in the poor box because his feast day is June 13. The can of food seems like a better idea!

[opaleyes.livejournal.com]

I always found that the prayers I said when I was in a great rush and needed to find something always worked. So weird. Glad you found your passport!

[zia-narratora.livejournal.com]

I like to think of them as more like magical incantations! Thanks!