And a skip in the space time continuum. Last week I was sure it was the week of the 15th, when it actually was the week of the 8th. So, I went to choir practice for the Blue Mass on the wrong night, the Blue Mass was not this past Sunday, it will be this coming Sunday and tonight is the right night for practice. Have to be there to learn a special arrangement of, “Amazing Grace.” But I’m tired tonight but don’t dare skip. Perhaps a spot of Earl Grey when I get home will physic me.
Going to the read the cards soon about your current project. I have been feeling the envie to do this.
This is so hysterical, given my aforementioned documentation of not liking cats. Of course, I can’t resist a personality test and this one was about, what are you a dog or a cat by nature.
I scored: Cat. Because of a love of quiet, wanting to only with those I’m closest to, and being selective about my company. This is rich.
Another beautiful, peaceful day today.
And funny, although Mom has been gone nearly seventeen years now, yesterday I felt her so close to me it was like she spent Mother’s Day with me. Didn’t expect that, but it felt that Mother’s Days when she was alive.
The Independent Film Channel was a hoot yesterday. Instead of showing the usual sweet Mother movies that are so nostalgic, and not in keeping with the best film Moms ever (cue that nauseating scene in, “Forrest Gump,” about the box of chocolates–heavens, call me a fiend, but I really don’t like that movie…) IFC showed a, “Mommie Dearest” marathon. Hour after hour of, “Mommie Dearest.” Would you believe I never saw it before until yesterday? Gracious, goodness. You know I really believe Joan Crawford was that mean. During the wire coat hangers scenes, and the clean the bathroom floor scene together, I swear to heaven if I had really been present I would have knocked JC through six walls for what she did to that little girl.
It was dazzling yesterday, and I kept napping on and off in the recliner, but so peaceful. The Poke and Eggprant was delicious.
And I am following, “The White Princess.” What I like very much about this series is that the focus is on history and drama, and I don’t think I’ve seen one boob-butt scene in any episode. It’s refreshing, you know? Well-acted, beautifully produced, and history! And King Henry VII is played by a rather handsome actor. I’m enjoying it very much.
Well, I just want to wish all your mothers out there a Happy Day!
Beautiful Sunday morning in May. Absolutely gorgeous. Have to get my State taxes off,but no big deal.
The house smells heavenly of jasmine rice, two beautiful thick, lean pork chops cooking with garlic and eggplant, and two huge, sirloin hamburger steak cooking down with onion, red; green; orange; and yellow peppers. Prelled my hair; it’s early still, and well, Happy Day!
Please read this story and see these beautiful children.
To the day, the apparitions of the Blessed Mother began in Fatima, Portugal. Today, Pope Francis canonized two of the children, Jacinta and Francisco. Who died under the age of 12. Two adorable children. I read their story when I was not much older than they were when they died, and it delights my heart Pope Francis gave these little ones sainthood today, on the very feast and one hundredth anniversary of the day the apparitions began.
Returned to Mass and choir today, and before I realized this day was a special feast of Mary’s, decided to wear blue and white anyway. It was the May crowning this morning, and once again I’m called back to the month of May and Incarnate Word Church when the schoolchildren would process with their flowers to lay at the beautiful statue of the Blessed mother there in the church.
When I saw this afternoon, on EWTN, coverage of the canonization Mass and remembered these were siblings, in Portugal, something in me melted. Not to the extent you might think, but I had decided not to send my brother the DNA results but in a split second, I decided to email them, and Uncle Joe’s obituary. My subject line was: Personal to Tim: DNA. I refrained from asking things like, How’s Life in Nazi Germany, if you get my drift…just said what I had to say, mentioned the double-sided Iberian peninsula genetic whammy. Don’t expect a response, #1, blocked any hateful emails anyway from my #1 fan, Frau Frois; but thinking in retrospect about this and Uncle Joe, how many hateful, jealous and possessive catty females have ruined family relationship with their petty ways? Frankly, I think they should all be kicked to the curb.
Today, the little blue outdoor lights I ordered arrived, and I plan that starting this month, the month of Memorial Day, through July 4 through Labor Day, to keep red, white and blue lights on at night on the back porch. And speaking of July 4, I had taped the movie, “Independence Day,” something I’ve seen many times, but when I’m in the mood to watch something it’s like I’m seeing it for the first time enjoyment wise. Watched it this afternoon before Mass and completely relaxed and completely enjoyed it.
Found a divine new recipe: Twiced baked cauliflower. Yum. Will expound later.
Pray for us dear Sts. Francisco and Jacinta. They died in the flu pandemic of 1918. Daddy also lost a brother to that the same year.
I love Friday evenings like this. Stone blue clouds, dark gray, rain, distant thunder. But, tonight I looked out the back porch glass door and there in the East were two rainbows. Double rainbows! That makes three I’ve seen here in less than three years where before, I hadn’t seen rainbows in ages. Must be all those churches around here.
The past two weeks have flown by. Would you believe I never learned how to play Solitaire? I taught myself this week on the computer. It’s fun, and addictive.
Going to watch the rain and sip a Jack Daniels. Jacques Danielle. God bless your home as well.
Just a footnote. The complex manager called me immediately this morning telling me she spoke to the electricians who basically denied everything I said. NO surprise there. I know I didn’t hallucinate all of this, and as long as they are on notice, fine.
But, last night, something made me wander onto the back porch with a glass of chilled Chardonnay, sit in the vibrant blue chair exactly at 8 PM, and God blessed me to witness the rising of the moon. It came over the Eastern horizon as a fat, orange pumpkin, a glorious Harvest moon in May, I sat in the blue chair and watched it rise in all its glory. There are times when, I honestly agree with Madonna in ,”The White Witch,” that the rising of the moon is as glorious as the rising of the sun. What a beautiful evening last night!