The other day at Macaroni Grill, I doodled a quick green gryphon on the table.

I got a new red chasuble today. It was a very reasonable price, but when I saw the tag on it, I found out that the place I got it simply resold it, so it turns out that I could have gotten it even cheaper. In any case, the quality is a bit better than I expected. It’s not top-shelf, but it’s decent, and it looks great.

I debated with myself about whether to buy any vestments at all. I mean, whatever parish I’m assigned to will have something. On the other hand, I thought it would be nice to own at least one set of decent vestments. Plus, many parishes will be missing things like burses, chalice veils, and maniples. The next question was: what color? Well, considering that my first Mass as a deacon was Pentecost, and my first Mass as a priest will be … Pentecost, I thought red made sense.

Here I am, perhaps getting ready to pray the Oramus te, Domine:

The front:

And, the back:

The design is a pelican.

The colors look kind of weird in these photos, it’s actually a really nice red. Here is a more accurate shot of the color:

I finally got my new license plates.

Who (not my brother) can guess what it means?

I nearly had a wreck when I drove past the Rolla Technical Institute this morning. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw this sign and seriously considered applying.

At Macaroni Grill the other day, I drew a dragon:

I swear the oath of fidelity with my hand on the Book of the Gospels.

Then I sign my profession of faith, oath of fidelity, and promise of celibacy.

Finally, I give the documents to the rector.

Check out these hilarious product names from Peru. I could hear the other patrons of the tiendas talking about me, the American tourist, who walked into the shop and started snapping photos, but it was worth it.

Ipsissima Verba is currently the first result for a Google search for “Dylan Schrader”.

You know, I actually don’t search Google for my name very often.

We bid farewell to Archbishop Burke at his last official event in St Louis at Kenrick the other day. His homily and his words to the seminarians after Mass brought tears to my eyes. I don’t think many people realize how much he cared about the people of the archdiocese, how much he prayed for them, and how hard he worked. It was very hard to see him go, and I don’t think I will ever really know how much of an influence he had on me. Though he was not my own bishop, I studied in his archdiocese, and he always took great paternal interest in and care for the seminarians here.

Thank you, Your Excellency, for everything.

“Quantum potes, tantum aude.”