It was a dirty job, but somebody had to do it. Our parish held a groundbreaking ceremony for its new religious education building last Sunday. And while I always prefer to blend into the crowd, I had to take my turn shoveling some dirt because I was representing our pastoral council. To maintain some level of introversion, I avoided wearing a ceremonial construction helmet.
That was just one part of our exhausting Sunday. We usually attend 11:30 a.m Mass. But I had to go to 9:30 a.m. Mass instead because the pastoral council had corporate communion at that time. My wife and kids went to Mass at 5 p.m. on Saturday; they couldn't join me at 9:30 a.m. Sunday because my wife teaches religious education at 10:15 a.m. Then we returned to the church for the groundbreaking ceremony at 12:45 p.m. And that's not all. Later in the afternoon I had my monthly gig assisting with communion services at the county jail, and at the same time the rest of the family went to the fall festival at a different parish where my daughter goes to school. I thought Sunday was supposed to be a day to rest and not be so busy, but at least we were busy with "churchy" things!
Speaking of the pastoral council, my three-year term ends at the end of the year. You may be asking yourself how someone who claims to be such a huge introvert got himself nominated and elected to the pastoral council and wound up serving as the chairman for the past two years. It's a long story for another time.
I found something interesting buried in our pantry.
This is the candle for my older daughter's birthday cake. The problem is, she turned eight a few months ago. I suppose we can hang on to this until she turns 18, or wait until the little one hits eight in a few years.
My older kid opened a (pretend) French restaurant over the weekend. Check out the fancy menu.
Somehow our family got into a discussion about the Do-Re-Mi song from The Sound of Music. You know, it's the one that says, "Do- a deer, a female deer," etc. I admitted that when I was a kid, I totally misunderstood the line that says, "Te- a drink with jam and bread." I thought it was "Te- a drink with jemmin bread." I didn't know exactly what jemmin bread was, but it sounded important. On a side note, I've always felt that "La- a note to follow so" was a big copout by the songwriters. Couldn't they have thought of something better to go with la?
I've been known to make a mistake or two at the grocery store, like when I accidentally purchased unsalted saltines. Now it was my wife's turn. We got a good laugh this week when she realized that she mistakenly bought dairy-free macaroni and cheese. With all due respect to those of you who have (or prefer) to eat dairy-free cheese, all I can say is, YUCK.
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