:: Monday, 28 March 2005 ::
The Pope is making me sad.
He is a good man and fading. Hearing him falter then fail to speak for his Easter blessing was really very very upsetting. If my Nonna was alive she would be crying still.
Quite religious, Nonna. And quite the eccentric. Loved to feed her rottweiler - yes -Alberto, whole cow hearts. UP to her armpits in blood as she hacked the things into big bits for Alberto to scoff. laughing gfaily as she did so. Ahhh. I think I have blogged it before. Favorite actor - Victor Mature. Really quite an individual ol blue eyed Nonna Aurora.
But back to the post at hand: Soon there will be plumes of smoke for a new Pope.
Oh dear. I can hardly bare to look.
Thank goodness for William Hill Bookmakers, sensibly declining to open a book on the next Pope. The next man to occupy the seat of Saint Peter. The Son of God's go to guy.
Yep, I am a believer. A very unobservant one in my own life. But I am absoltively posolutely certain that John Paul II is going to heaven.
:: WB 12:46 am [link+] ::