The post down below brought back a mystery. Citizen Kane’s last word was “Rosebud”, as that was the answer to the mystery of the significance of his last word at death: the name of his childhood sled. My last words will be “two windows”.
I am both sloppy and meticulous, that is, my desk has never looked anything like that of a CPA, who are typically ISTJ in Jungian personality types. I am borderline I and E, introvert and extravert, on that damned test, and no matter how many times I take it, that’s what it is. Other than that I am easily and overwhelmingly NFP on the rest, “N,” Intuitive, more about ideas and concepts over details; “F,” standing for making decisions based on feelings and instincts rather than logic, and “P,” meaning Perceiving, preferring spontaneity and flexibility over structure and planning.
I attended Catholic schools for the first 12 years of my life. The first eight years were taught by Dominican nuns, with one lay teacher covering second grade. Our school was one block away from the church, so that you can imagine frequent trips there for various ceremonies, like confession, stations of the cross, or just weekday mass. Weekends consisted of Saturday, a free day, and Sunday, at least part of which had to be used to attend church under penalty of mortal sin and eternal damnation if we failed. Unless we had a good excuse. However, going fishing, playing baseball with the neighborhood kids, or even reading a book were not considered good excuses. There were no good excuses, really, save deathly illness, or perhaps death.
Piece of Mindful 