This is what I wore today:
- Girl 1 and I experimented with the Gorillapod:
Last Sunday, I took Girl 1 to the Spanish mass (where there’s plenty of room), and she started dancing, arms in the air, to the rousing mariachi music. To breathe is to dance for this girl. I’m no devotee of liturgical dancing, but I didn’t have the heart to stop her, at least not at first. The priest noticed and gave us a big grin. Then he made a point of shaking hands with Girl 1 and me after mass, asking her name, and welcoming us to come again.
This week we went to 10:30 mass, which is the most crowded at our parish. We experienced an interesting variant of my favorite pet peeve (the pew end squatter). The lady near us was good enough to sit in the middle of the pew, but refused to scoot over into the empty space to her right. “I can see good here,” she explained, indicating that we could sit on the other side of her.
Now, there were no tall people in the vicinity that would have blocked her view. She just liked being right in front of the podium. I happen to know that this particular lady is a kind soul and friendly toward young families in other respects. Still, this sort of seating possessiveness is getting old. It’s not the opera, folks!
As others pointed out last time, it’s a nice problem to have. Plenty of parishes have empty pews, and ours is bursting at the seams.
All the same, we’re through with the 10:30 mass. And I might start brushing up on my Spanish.
Linking up with FL&P. Happy Sunday!