It didn't help . . .

At least the blue bird is on schedule. Praise the Lord!

I enjoy going to Mass. It makes me take time to slow down and be thankful for my life, family and friends. The long Palm Sunday Gospel was very well read by some of the older students in the CCD Classes. ( I have no clue what the classes are called now but they were at one time the Confraternity of Christian Doctrine.) When the congregation  read the part of the Chorus and came to the single  word "Prophesy" with the long ī because it is a verb and was used as a command to Jesus, it was read by all, but not sundry (me) as Prophecy with a long ē, the noun! Heaven help me I am going as quickly as the sleek, brown fox as he jumps over the lazy dog and continues down the hill of despair. I may have to take up drinking as a worth while hobby. I must stop being a nit picker! I shall have to pray that my hearing continues its decline. On top of that Father Ray who now works for the Bishop was invited to urge us to go to a three day retreat. He is going to be the featured speaker. Oyveh! I never could stand the platitudinous simpleton years ago when he came to All Hallows much too often. Now he's some sort of speaking big wig for the diocese. I may have to convert to a fire and brimstone church! He's super light catholicism. Can't stand it! Okay, that's it. My Sunday is in ruins so I think I'll have Puppies and Dante's Pop take me out for a Black Russian lunch.

Quote: It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men as angels.   ___Augustine  ( I must repent of my proud and mean ways.  I really need to be humble.  Hard job.  Not easy.  Pas du tout facile.)