Harvey Millican's Blog: Musings of a Trad Dad

My day:

I woke up at 5:59 AM to pray the Angelus (in Latin because the devil hates that). Strike one, I suppose.

I stayed awake and brewed a full pot of black coffee. It’s one of those Cuisinart drip coffee pots. It’s about 16 years old and likely sucks electricity from the outlet like a firehose in reverse. It isn’t fair trade. It’s Folgers. And it is good. I dropped an ice cube from the ice maker in my massive freezer into said coffee so I could drink it quickly. Silly Western conveniences… Strike two?

I got into my SUV. It’s black and absorbs a lot of sunlight so I had the air on max. It’s only 75 degrees here this morning but, comfort. I even ran the engine for about ten minutes while I smoked a cigarette on my porch. so the car would be nice and cool when I got in. Strike three.

I drove to a Latin Mass. And the strikes just keep on comin’! I left a trail of butts out the window so I could find my way home. It’s so “Hansel and Gretel” of me, I know. I prayed for the Church and my marriage to my wife who is a woman and our children who have no tattoos, no gender issues, and no social media. We had wanted to breed like rabbits but God had other plans. Strike. Strike. Strike.

I got home and stepped on a bug in my driveway. It was gross and would probably have caused my daughter to shriek had she seen it. I made an appointment for a contractor to come and quote me a price on a massive HVAC system for a few rooms that had been added onto my house by the previous owners. Strikety-strike strike.

I ran out of smokes and drove the SUV a half-mile to the pharmacy for more. I could’ve walked but why?

I test drove a 22 year old gas guzzler around mid-day (after the second Angelus, of course). My son just got his permit and I think it would be a good way for him to drive to daily Latin Mass while learning how to work on an internal combustion-gas powered engine. More strikes.

I drove my wife to the airport so she could fly away on a beautiful jet on a work trip. Oh that AC is sooooo nice.

I came home, dug a ribeye out of my garage freezer, and cooked it up on my grill. Oh, that’s right. I have two freezers. Hehe. The cow that gave us this delight probably farted a lot. To be fair, I didn’t cook it too much. A good vet could have saved her.

I prayed the third Angelus.

I prayed my rosary, my novenas, and my litanies.

I contemplated tomorrow and my carbon footprint… and I laughed.

And I thanked God He gave me this life.

You were saying something about earth worship and one-world government, Antipope Bergoglio?

The palace intrigue surrounding the vacating of the Speakership of the House of Representatives is fascinating to me. Still, I am reminded of the Psalm:

“Put not your trust in princes: In the children of men, in whom there is no salvation.”

Ps. 145: 2-3

As Ann Barnhardt says, “Share aggressively!”

Remember friends, they may have asked these dubia of Kim Kardashian for all it matters. Shockingly, she might actually have given answers. They would be no less irrelevant but still… At least they’d be entertaining.

New Dubia

The above was just sent to me by my nephew who is honeymooning in Bali. I am actually surprised that there’s a Catholic Church there. But there is, so Blessed Be God!

I understand he was an ornery fellow.

Sometimes those are the kind who get things done.