Weekend

We didn't make it to Slumdog on Saturday but we had a very nice weekend anyway. On Saturday morning, my dear husband said words that were music to my ears, "Let's decide which mass we want to attend and build our weekend around that."

We went to 5:00 mass on Saturday at a parish we've attended several times. It is one of the larger parishes in the town where Terry works. The priest, Father Jason, is quite young. I think he turned 30 last year. Saturday, Father Jason was gone and another priest presided. This priest, whose name I do not know, performed the funeral mass for the mother of our good friend. His homily on Saturday was priceless. His humor, frankness and biblical insights were delightful. One example: noting that this Wednesday is Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent, he said, "It's so nice to see you all in your plumpness. I'm sure the next time I see you, after a few weeks of penance, some of you will be quite emaciated, right?" (Of course, he said this very tongue-in-cheek as the fasting required by the Church in America is so mild as to not affect most people much at all.)

Since we attended church on Saturday, our Sunday was a very relaxed day. Ahhh. I am well rested. I didn't get called to teach today so I am enjoying a day at home. Think I should get dressed before 3:00?