Today is the Feast of Saint Matthew, Apostle and Evangelist (died first century).
The son of Alphaeus and also known as Levi, Saint Matthew lived at Capernaum on Lake Genesareth. He was a Roman tax collector, a position equated with collaboration with the enemy by those from whom he collected taxes. After his call, Matthew invited the Lord home for a feast. On seeing this, the Scribes and the Pharisees criticized Jesus for eating with tax collectors and sinners, but Jesus explained that he had come “not to call the just, but sinners.” Matthew’s Gospel is given pride of place in the canon of the New Testament, and was written to convince Jewish readers that their anticipated Messiah had come in the person of Jesus. He preached among the Jews for 15 years; his audiences may have included the Jewish enclave in Ethiopia, and places in the East. Like the other evangelists, Matthew is often depicted in Christian art with one of the four living creatures of Revelation 4:7. The one that accompanies him is in the form of a winged man; Matthew’s gospel starts with Jesus’ genealogy from Abraham, and represents Jesus’ Incarnation, and so Christ’s human nature. He is the Patron Saint of accountants and bankers, and, by extension, of table games dealers.
Richard gathered up the trash and wheeled the trash bin to the curb, then we left for work. Once at the casino I attempted to renew a prescription, but the automated system would not recognize the last four digits of my phone number, so I left it for later. When we clocked in Richard was on Mini Baccarat; I spent the first four hours of our shift dealing on Let It Ride; when my player (a nice guy, but far too inebriated for my taste) finally left, we closed that table, then I spent the rest of the shift dealing Blackjack. The First Quarter Moon arrived at 4:00 am, and on my breaks I did my Daily Update for yesterday, Sunday, September 20th, 2015 via WordPress for Android. And along about 8:00 am I called the pharmacy again, but this time got my prescription renewed using the automated system with no trouble at all.
After work we went over to the Clinic. I picked up my prescription at the Pharmacy, and had my appointment with my Health Coach. She will be seeing me again on Thursday (when I have my appointment with the Renal Specialist), and asked me to set up an appointment with the Dietician. (I had told her that I always gave up caffeine for Lent, and have been doing so since I was about 13 or 14; she wondered why, if I could be motivated then to drink more water and not eat chocolate in any form, why I cannot be motivated to do so now, simply for my health or to help me lose weight.) My appointment with the Dietician is on October 1st; it seems that she is another person who takes her lunch hour from 11:00 am to 12:00 pm, and I would rather come in on a Thursday morning on my day off than hang out at the casino for an extra hour after we clock out at 11:00 am. (I personally would not mind hanging around for an hour, but I do not want make Richard hang around for an extra hour; and the other solution, that of driving myself in when I have a noon appointment after work, sounds unnecessarily expensive.) After my appointment we headed home; when we came into town Richard got gas for the truck, and, upon checking the oil, went over to Auto Zone, got a quart of oil, and put it into the truck. Once home I read the morning paper, then I took a nap while Richard mowed the grass. I woke up at 5:00 pm to do this Daily Update, and I will do some reading before I go to sleep.
We have no Saints to honor tomorrow. However, tomorrow is Hobbit Day, the joint birthday of Bilbo Baggins and Frodo Baggins. Tomorrow is the birthday of Richard’s niece Aimee, the middle daughter of his sister Juanita in Georgia (1989). And starting at sunset tomorrow begins the great Jewish holiday of Yom Kippur. We will be going to the Casino for our Friday and working our eight hours, and in the afternoon I will catch up on stuff around here.
Our Monday Afternoon Parting Quote comes to us from Kofi Awoonor, Ghanian poet, author, and diplomat. Born in 1935 in Wheta, Gold Coast (now in Ghana), he was the eldest of 10 children in the family. After preliminary education he went to the University of Ghana, where he wrote his first poetry book, Rediscovery, published in 1964, calling himself George Awoonor-Williams. His early works were inspired by the singing and verse of his native Ewe people. He managed the Ghana Film Corporation and founded the Ghana Play House. Awoonor then studied literature at University College London, and wrote several radio plays for the BBC. He spent the early 1970s in the United States, studying and teaching at Stony Brook University (then called SUNY at Stony Brook). While in the United States he he wrote This Earth, My Brother, and My Blood, a cross between a novel and a poem. Awoonor returned to Ghana in 1975 as head of the English department at the University of Cape Coast. Within months he was arrested for helping a soldier accused of trying to overthrow the military government and was imprisoned without trial and was later released. The House by the Sea, a book of poems published in 1978, is about his time in jail. After his release Awoonor became politically active and he continued to write, but mainly concentrated on nonfiction works. Awoonor was Ghana’s ambassador to Brazil from 1984 to 1988, before serving as his country’s ambassador to Cuba. From 1990 to 1994 he was Ghana’s Permanent Representative to the United Nations, where he headed the committee against apartheid. He was also a former Chairman of the Council of State. He taught African literature at the University of Ghana, and in 2006 wrote The African Predicament: Collection of Essays. Awoonor was among those who were killed in the September 2013 attack at Westgate shopping mall in Nairobi, Kenya, where he was a participant at the Storymoja Hay Festival, a four-day celebration of writing, thinking and storytelling, at which he was due to perform on the evening of his death (died 2013): “On such a day who would dare think of dying? So much Freedom means that we swear we’ll postpone dying until the morning after.”