Holy Week Rains

Holy Week always means something to me because the memories of the Catholic school upbringing are vivid.

Altar boy duties were no joke back in the day, and man, we had fun with it. 

Hockey and basketball in the gym.

Kneeling for what seemed like hours for the stations of the cross. 

Being at the church more than we were home.

Thought of all this during the soaking rains yesterday as poor Ollie looked at me through sad eyes.

He knew WHY we weren’t playing.

He just wanted me to put a stop to it.

As for time spent in the Holy Week church…

…not happening anymore, but we are having a nice Easter dinner, followed by sports of some variety on television.

Hoping it stops raining by then.

“I think God is pissed,” a coworker said. “He certainly has reasons to be.”

Amen.

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