I’ve never heard of that wordy and I grew up Polish Catholic, which can give Irish & Italian Catholics a serious run for their money.
Matter of fact, the old-school Catholics I know would be a-clutchin’ those pearls, aghast at the thought that you’d receive your “prize” (a blessing, and an ash cross) so easily, without so much as an hour of kneeling.
Frankly, I like the idea of a human blessing without all the extras, but I suspect many of the patrons do so for a quick Instagram-worthy pic (“look! how holy am I today? And so humble, too!”) and yes, I know ezzactly what is written about people who praise loudly on corners so that others may hear them.
I’m amazed that Texas (where I was) and Michigan (where I am now) have the same weather and temps.
That’s absolutely crazy-sauce … and a sobering reminder that the younger generations - including me - have been beating the “climate change!!!” drumbeat for years, to no avail or to outright ridicule from older generations. (I’m painting with a brush broad enough to re-coat my house in one stroke, mind you.)
Still, it sucks that the piper has to be paid by those who never contributed to the wastefulness.
Okay, happy thoughts; happy thoughts.
I have started cleaning up after last week’s depression-fest. A load of laundry was achieved yesterday before irk & should be dry by now. (It was carefully selected to include several of my warmest thermal tops … but the Oracles indicate that we’ll be in the upper 20s soon, and even above freezing by the time I’m back at irk. Too little, too late.)
I hauled the biiiiiiiiiiiiig trash bin back through the snow up to the house, and started refilling it with endless half-full takeout containers.
The main litter box is dumped & refilled (and re filled, ifyouknowwhatImean
) although the secondary downstairs likely needs to be addressed.
I have a rat buyer supposed to come by after a one o’clock interview. He didn’t specify that it was a job thing, and we’re not close or whatever, but I sent a “good luck!” text anyway.
I would like scrambled eggs, but am not sure I can be arsed to fix them.
Wouldn’t mind more Asian takeout, but there’s apparently a rule in this town that all Chinese/Thai/sushi joints have to close on Tuesdays.
Look, I get knocking off a day of work … but didja hafta all pick the same day?