As I was setting up my keyboard at the chapel for Good Friday services just after lunchtime, I heard a familiar laugh. It was a wheezy type of laugh that threatened to break into uncontrollable giggles. And it was coming from a crowd of people assembled near the altar. When I looked up from what I was doing, sure enough there was our jolly and rotund parish priest greeting visitors who had dropped by as part of their Visita Iglesia pilgrimage.
Eep. I'm lining up to venerate the cross during Good Friday services and see that we need to remove our shoes before kneeling on the rug placed before the crucifix we're supposed to kiss. I had totally forgotten about that practice and am horrified at the thought because I remember seeing as I got dressed that a portion of the heel of my left black sock has gone threadbare! To think that I didn't bother to change socks since I thought it would remain safely out of sight.
Here I am once again "watching" tennis mainly because Star Sports is not showing a live telecast of the match. This time it's Rafael Nadal vs. James Blake where the head-to-head is 0-3. Blake broke Nadal's serve early on but Nadal broke back. Then at 5-all, Nadal broke serve, fell back 0-40 when serving for the set but then again Nadal fought back from there to finally take the first set 7-5.
Sigh. Too bad I'm missing all the action and excitement.
This morning--it's Good Friday, by the way--I saw my mom reach for the ginger snaps to eat as a mid-morning snack. My parents have been exempted from fasting for a number of years now. Although I recognize the spiritual benefits of fasting and abstaining, the rebellious side of me laments that I've still got a long way to go yet before I am allowed eat something between meals on this day.
