Jesus' cuz, John
Jesus’ cuz, John

I shouldn’t complain, but I do. This morning my lap top went belly-up and no Genius appointments until Friday night. I did so want to report on what the end of the world looked like from my balcony overlooking the beautiful El Camino Real. Maybe if I survive the highway will no longer have trucks running up and down. Don’t Apple Genius’ know that I have a cadre of people who hang on my every words in this blog!? I guess not. That’s OK. I’ll manage. I just hope the repairs won’t cost an arm and a leg. If the lap top is kaput, I will have had a machine that has traveled the world with me, reporting from Scotland, England, Italy, France, Spain and all those places in between. I still have my desk top although it is hard to balance on my lap. Since it is late in the day and the end of world is approaching I will make this short so I will stop whining. I did have one fun fact though…

Fun fact for the day– On this date in 1803, the United States officially took over the Louisiana Territory. Napoleon Bonaparte sold the entire territory, lock stock and moonshine, to the U.S. for $15 million dollars (the price you would pay for a petite home in Atherton). Guys got their education from France or the Capuchins in the Territory. Girls were out of luck until the governor asked that six Ursuline sisters be sent from France to educate the girls. Twelve sisters arrived and set up what was going to be the oldest continuously-operating Academy for girls in the USA. It was opened in New Orleans. Pretty cool.

Below are the lyrics to Silent Night because I have to fix dinner.

Silent night, holy night!
All is calm, All is bright
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child
Holy Infant so Tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight!
Glories stream from heaven afar;
Heavenly hosts sing Al-le-lu-ia!
Christ the Saviour is born!
Christ the Saviour is born!

Silent night, holy night!
Wondrous star, lend thy light!
With the angels let us sing
Alleluia to our King!
Christ the Saviour is here,
Jesus the Saviour is here!

Silent night, Holy night!
Son of God, love’s pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus Lord at thy birth;
Jesus Lord at thy birth.

(Joseph Mohr (1792-1848), 1818)

and so it goes…