what to do, what to do
i took a vacation day today because, you know, it's a holy day & all for us catholics (well, that was the reason i gave at work, anyway)...and dammit if there isn't anything good to watch on tv.
i did happen to catch the end of jakers! (gotta love kid's shows about talking irish farm animals) and i would've seen the entire episode had it not been for the book i picked up and tried to read.
i could've actually gotten farther in the book if i hadn't kept picturing one of the characters as the guy that shrek turned into when he took the 'happily ever after' potion that he stole from the fairy godmother in shrek 2. it was sorta difficult to concentrate on the story after that. i kept waiting for donkey & puss in boots to show up, and well...damn.
and the andy griffith show doesn't start until noon.
barney fife is my idol. well, him & darth vader.
good friday mass isn't until 7:30 tonight.
what to do, what to do...
speaking of mass, i feel compelled to share the horrors of my holy thursday experience with you. this mass involves a ritualistic tradition of washing of the feet, and i've never taken part in this ritual--for good reason. so last night, stations were set up all over the church and altar servers were charged with hauling pitchers of tepid water back and forth, as well as bowls for the "used" water. bowl after bowl of dirty, cloudy, murky, used water was trucked to the back of the church to be poured out in the kitchen area immediately behind where i was sitting. it's a wonder i didn't barf all over the people around me (which was probably due to some type of divine intervention, because i was pretty damned nauseous).
well, that's all i had to share.
i guess i'll have an early lunch.
i did happen to catch the end of jakers! (gotta love kid's shows about talking irish farm animals) and i would've seen the entire episode had it not been for the book i picked up and tried to read.
i could've actually gotten farther in the book if i hadn't kept picturing one of the characters as the guy that shrek turned into when he took the 'happily ever after' potion that he stole from the fairy godmother in shrek 2. it was sorta difficult to concentrate on the story after that. i kept waiting for donkey & puss in boots to show up, and well...damn.and the andy griffith show doesn't start until noon.
barney fife is my idol. well, him & darth vader.
good friday mass isn't until 7:30 tonight.
what to do, what to do...
speaking of mass, i feel compelled to share the horrors of my holy thursday experience with you. this mass involves a ritualistic tradition of washing of the feet, and i've never taken part in this ritual--for good reason. so last night, stations were set up all over the church and altar servers were charged with hauling pitchers of tepid water back and forth, as well as bowls for the "used" water. bowl after bowl of dirty, cloudy, murky, used water was trucked to the back of the church to be poured out in the kitchen area immediately behind where i was sitting. it's a wonder i didn't barf all over the people around me (which was probably due to some type of divine intervention, because i was pretty damned nauseous).
well, that's all i had to share.
i guess i'll have an early lunch.
posted by rach at 11:15 am
2 Comments:
So I have to ask...exactly whose feet get washed? Just random people who haven't bathed walk in say, "Yo, wash my feet!" ? Eh?
this is why i didn't want to take any chances of my clean cooties co-mingling with some random person's questionable cooties.
the feet washing was open for any & all who attended mass that nite.
oh, and i forgot to mention that once your feet got washed, you were required to wash the feet of the person behind you.
were i not at church, i would've exclaimed a big, "OH HELL, NO.
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