Communism was just a red herring!

[tablesaw]

Went for a walk today, just because I hadn't for a while. A one-hour loop up into the foothills then back down. It nicely killed some time until the "no parking" period ended on my street. I think I'll try to do that more often for a while, although I know that intention will be prevented a bit by the demands of the Easter Triduum. Maundy Thursday Mass is at 6pm, I think, which means I'll have to be in bed early tomorrow, with clean feet. If I really loved the church, I'd get a pedicure so that Father Alden didn't have to deal with my nasty feet, but I'll just make sure they're not freakishly long or dirty. Then there's the long Holy Saturday, for which I still have no puzzle. I had some ideas involving movies on my walk, but all fizzled. Maybe I'll just try to fill a crossword grid and see how it goes over. Although that's stressful too, considering that a constructor for the NYT and the weekly constructor for the LAT (local only) will both be in attendence.

Whoops. Almost forgot to set tape for Sesame Street for veek's little brother. Stayed awake a bit longer than I should have because I told her I'd be around later. Sorry veek, sleep calls at the end of this entry. I have the distinct feeling that there is something I intended to put in here, but all I can think right now is "Mmmm...lying down." Probably something about how good it feels to be walking around on my feet and legs and other lower parts of my body. It also probably sounded better before I got all dopey-sleepy. G'night all.

Comments

Feet?

[tamaraland.livejournal.com]

There are two kinds of Irish Catholics, those who get up and go to mass, and those who think about going to confession.

Being of the latter sort, I have to ask, what's up with the feet?

Re: Feet?

[tablesaw]

There is a very academic discussion of it available at the online Catholic Encyclopedia. There's a much briefer (if less edifying) description at the homepage of my parish.

[veek.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I'm sorry! I got ensnared by a two-year-old's wiles, and then roped into babysitting him for the rest of the day. Please don't stay up on my account, silly fun man!

*snicker* Dopey-sleepy is right. Little nephew. My brother is quite a bit older than I.

[tablesaw]

You mean I'm not taping episodes of Sesame Street for your older, married brother!? Awwwk! Now I don't believe in anything!