I rode buses when I was in college. Did homework during the two-hour commute. Blech.
Evening, all. Crazy day here. Left at 8:00 to attend Mass with all the Scouts for “Scout Sunday.” Long-winded guest priest, which wouldn’t have been bad except we then had food to sort and deliver for the “Scouting for Food” collection. I took three boys home and quickly put together a set of music for the Spanish Mass, because I’d had a sudden panic that the other guy wouldn’t be there, but fortunately he was, because DP was Idunnowhere, Scouting Food or something with Elen, Tom, and Pat.
So I just went to the Spanish service in peace. Yesterday was the feast of the Presentation of Jesus in the Temple, “Candelaria” to Spanish speakers; the Mexicans have a custom of bring figures of the Infant Jesus to be blessed, so the altar area was full of baby dolls with satin robes, crowns, halos, and other froufrou. It was cute.
Then I came home and (with DP etc. still lost to headquarters) decided to take Sally, who had been with Frank and Kathleen all day, to the Urgent Care clinic, because she has poison ivy and one of her eyes is swelled shut and she looks like she was hit in the face with an anvil. But after 1-1/2 hours, we gave up and came home, by which time DP had been and gone, leaving Elen at home, to take Tom to Mass again because he was giving a plug for the high school youth group. Sally put an ice pack on her eye.
Finally, everyone is home except Bill, who is in trouble, and I’m going to puree the first half of my vegetable soup, add pumpkin, and heat it up again.
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