Good morning, everyone. Palm Sunday has arrived. My choir co-leader, Asuncion de Maria, chose a batch of songs that aren't in the book, so we may find our entire music program being fired, if Assistant Pastor notices. He's not the celebrant today: it's the Nicaraguan, Fr. Oscar.
I'm going to do the first reading on Thursday, and the urge to read it in Spanish is very strong.
Hopefully nothing so drastic occurs. I’d think the assistant would soon learn there’s nothing to gain by alienating more people of good will and faith…
According to the ushers' count, attendance at the Spanish Palm Sunday was 1,171. At least 50 people were standing, probably more: part of the left transept isn't in the choir's line of sight.
I think the Amazon one would last 3,000 years if it were buried in conditions conducive to preservation. Why not? Same if Son D wonked a chair together from the scrap lumber in our garage.
It's looking a little lighter here as the morning wears on. Good luck with your mom. We have choir this afternoon. Practice and birthday parties - I need to make fruit salad.
Good morning today! Daughter D has a riding lesson scheduled this morning, but the teacher will have to check the conditions before we know if it will really happen.
For those who missed it yesterday, Daughter C, "Drama Queen", is pregnant, and her wedding has been moved up to June this year instead of April 2026. It will be held in what she says is a historic "punk club," which I find weird but okay: more zip and zing than the county courthouse. She asked me about getting tamales: I'll talk to the Mexican cooks this weekend.
Congrats, big news for your family. My oldest daughter did the formal church wedding and reception thing. The middle daughter (significant I think) had her wedding at the zoo (without telling the zoo in advance) with reception at an Irish bar, with many tattoos in attendance, including hers. Daughter 3 is single and more traditional, no idea what she might have in mind when the time comes. For parents it seems flexibility and adaptability are necessary. And keeping my mouth shut and smiling a lot.
My plans involve smiling, drinking only diet cola so as to keep my filters firmly in place, and perhaps wearing earplugs, depending on what goes on at the "punk club."
Tattoos will be much in evidence. *Shudder*, but whatever. Their lives.
There were many piercings too. And I convinced myself that I had earned drinks a lot stronger than cola over the years. That was my story and I stuck to it.
As a Southern hostess, my job is to keep my professional smile on and act warmly toward all guests, especially those who seem least comfortable.
When you get home, as Miss Manners put it, you can take your shoes off, pour a large whiskey, and say to your husband, "OMG!!!! Did you SEE those people?!?"
It's chilly on the coast and when the wind blows it's cold! But the sun is out!
Same here. Supposed to freeze overnight.
Chilly here still at noon, about 40. Started out around 20 at daybreak!
Very good song. I especially like the verse about trees.
The yellow Roosevelt Avenue leaf overturned
The ardor of arboreality is an adventure we have spurned, we've spurned
A new leaf overturned
It's a new leaf overturned
It's very seasonal. I could go outside and wail about arboreality.
They have the darnedest lyrics.
"Arboreality" is a great word.
Good morning, everyone. Palm Sunday has arrived. My choir co-leader, Asuncion de Maria, chose a batch of songs that aren't in the book, so we may find our entire music program being fired, if Assistant Pastor notices. He's not the celebrant today: it's the Nicaraguan, Fr. Oscar.
I'm going to do the first reading on Thursday, and the urge to read it in Spanish is very strong.
Hopefully nothing so drastic occurs. I’d think the assistant would soon learn there’s nothing to gain by alienating more people of good will and faith…
According to the ushers' count, attendance at the Spanish Palm Sunday was 1,171. At least 50 people were standing, probably more: part of the left transept isn't in the choir's line of sight.
Wow!
Yep.
You would think he wouldn't want to drive away donors, if nothing else. But people with dementia don't reason logically.
Here's an oddity for you on the subject of lasting design. Look at this Amazon link https://a.co/d/4D3nbZl and then go to this link https://thepagantrader.com/blogs/history/the-guldhoj-find-a-journey-into-the-bronze-age?fbclid=IwAR28PGulLFUfkIzsoSTedaoDrFYl-2j2SCzVsA7lCPjRkCw1pphl_T99oPA and scroll down to the folding chair, that is some 3,000 years old. Then ask yourself if the Amazon version will last even 100 years.
Such beautiful woodwork, both the chair and the bowls. How wonderful to be able to see this. Thank you for sharing this!
I think the Amazon one would last 3,000 years if it were buried in conditions conducive to preservation. Why not? Same if Son D wonked a chair together from the scrap lumber in our garage.
Whew! I was a little worried- 8:00 AM and no CSLF! My morning procrastination routine was derailed.
Gloomy and wet here. I am off to my mom's this afternoon.
It's looking a little lighter here as the morning wears on. Good luck with your mom. We have choir this afternoon. Practice and birthday parties - I need to make fruit salad.
Thanks. I will need it.
Fruit salad sounds good.
It has Cool Whip.
Mmmmmmm!
Good morning today! Daughter D has a riding lesson scheduled this morning, but the teacher will have to check the conditions before we know if it will really happen.
For those who missed it yesterday, Daughter C, "Drama Queen", is pregnant, and her wedding has been moved up to June this year instead of April 2026. It will be held in what she says is a historic "punk club," which I find weird but okay: more zip and zing than the county courthouse. She asked me about getting tamales: I'll talk to the Mexican cooks this weekend.
She will be 24 in a week.
https://themilestone.club/
This is the venue. No comment.
Congrats, big news for your family. My oldest daughter did the formal church wedding and reception thing. The middle daughter (significant I think) had her wedding at the zoo (without telling the zoo in advance) with reception at an Irish bar, with many tattoos in attendance, including hers. Daughter 3 is single and more traditional, no idea what she might have in mind when the time comes. For parents it seems flexibility and adaptability are necessary. And keeping my mouth shut and smiling a lot.
My plans involve smiling, drinking only diet cola so as to keep my filters firmly in place, and perhaps wearing earplugs, depending on what goes on at the "punk club."
Tattoos will be much in evidence. *Shudder*, but whatever. Their lives.
There were many piercings too. And I convinced myself that I had earned drinks a lot stronger than cola over the years. That was my story and I stuck to it.
As a Southern hostess, my job is to keep my professional smile on and act warmly toward all guests, especially those who seem least comfortable.
When you get home, as Miss Manners put it, you can take your shoes off, pour a large whiskey, and say to your husband, "OMG!!!! Did you SEE those people?!?"
Congratulations!
Thank you. It's a surprise, but we live in an entropic universe, so okay.
The universe could use a community organizer.
I'm hoping for some good entropy at this point. Something to refocus our attention.
I know: be careful what you wish for.
Or an executive secretary.
I guess the alternative to “peer pressure” is “heir pressure.”
Congrats, also! Is this going to be the first grand?
She said that even her peers were saying that waiting two years to stage a big wedding was silly. And yes, it will be our first grandchild.
Congratulations on your first grandchild! How wonderful; blessings to your entire family!
Thank you. Our daughter says the baby is due in November.