o is for ostensorium

Saturday evening found the boys and I attending Mass and later eating pizza with our former pastor.  He seems to enjoy our company a couple of times a year, and endures the all-you-can-eat buffet.  The conversation ranges all over the place - from "artistic" displays of people who have donated their bodies to science to how Catholic schools can only teach the degree of Catholicism that the people there are comfortable with practicing themselves to the origins of the names of the days of the week to catching up on mutual friends/acquaintances.  I always learn something.

Earlier in the week, I had emailed him asking for his help with an ABC book I am putting together for my Godchild.  I had pictures for many of the letters, but still needed some help with several.  So before we left for the pizza place, we brainstormed, and he scoured the sacristy looking for things to fill in the blanks.  A couple of the additions to the book:

Yep!  That's an Ostensorium.  AKA as a Monstrance!

And V is for vestments of which he is very proud.  They are a vast improvment over the old ones.  But I didn't see a pink rose chasuable in the closet....