The Quest

The quest for the Holy Rosary began today at 5:00. A. came home with a note requesting each child bring in their rosary. We don't have a rosary. The tears began to flow. CRAP!!!

I start the phone calls. I call everywhere. In this Catholic town, no one sells rosaries. I think it is a conspiracy. I get a hot lead on a church that has them in the back of the church. I pile everyone in the car. We brave sleet and snow and dark of night to find the doors to the church locked. Our beacon in the night, extinguished. Our weary souls found no rest.

So, I call people. They think I am nuts. I have people call their mothers. Good Catholic mothers should have rosaries. They do not.

Finally, cold and tired, we return from our journey empty handed. Then Sancho Panza and Dulcinea attempted a coup. I don't recall that in the musical.