That's My Fun Day Monday, March 28, 2005

With all the Schiavo mishegais, I forgot to write about Easter. It felt off-kilter this year: A bunch of situations came together just so, and I missed mass on Friday. Without it you can't really understand what the Easter service means, particularly in aesthetic terms. There's something about walking into a church on Good Friday evening, with the lights off and the whole place stony and somber, and seeing the altar bare, the tabernacle open and empty. Aesthetics, but it says everything you need to know about the day and its significance.

Without that memory near in mind, seeing the church splendidly decked for Easter doesn't carry the same punch. Still, it was good to go; even better to have Wrong Turn Jr. enjoying his first holiday mass. (Mrs. WTJ, very generously, looked after him during the service, which involved taking him for lots of strolls in the foyer. During one of these the he was adopted as a mascot by the guys who collect the offerings.)

More later. Gawd bless.

@ 10:15:00 AM,

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