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Last Sunday a friend sang a little song that summed up my then-upcoming few days: "Hooray for Holy Week, da da da da da da da Holy Week ..." I had done two Masses that day for Palm Sunday, and then this week we had seder at Himself's mother's house on Monday, Tax Day Happy Hour with a former colleague on Tuesday, Mass on Holy Thursday, non-Mass on Good Friday, Easter Vigil last night (three. and. a quarter. hours. long), and two Masses today for Easter. (I insisted that we put Captain America on the schedule for Wednesday, because our plans to see it had been thwarted twice before and I didn't want to wait any longer. [g])
This morning I finally dragged my ass out of bed with the promise that the sooner I got up, the sooner it would be nap time. I sang the two Masses and have not felt less musically invested in anything I was singing in ages. (I mean, I grant it's not my religious tradition. But by the middle of the second Mass today I really felt like I was phoning it in. I didn't enjoy feeling like that. Fortunately, I was able to sing the Byrd "Haec Dies" like I meant it, and was really only going through the motions on stuff that was overaccompanied, so probably hardly anyone could hear me anyway.) I did the standard two-stop grocery shopping on the way home - there are some things we really prefer to get at Whole Foods, and some things we literally cannot get at Whole Foods, so - and dealt with some effed up Beltway traffic for which there was no excuse. I remember feeling pretty good, despite the traffic, and thinking Oh, maybe I'm not as tired as all that after all. And then I got home and the minute I was inside the house all my energy left me. I think I napped for about three hours, after which Himself went out and fetched dinner, because he is awesome.
I normally tune out during the readings and homilies in my church job, just listening for the cues that mean I'm going to have to sing in a moment ("the word of the Lord"; "the Gospel of the Lord"; "as without end they acclaim"; "the mystery of faith"; "through Him and with Him and in Him ..."; "let us offer each other the sign of peace"; and any time anyone announces a hymn), but last night I had to pay closer attention because a lot of responses that are normally spoken were sung at the Easter Vigil. And so the reading from Exodus included the line, "The Lord said to Moses, why are you crying out to Me?" and I shared with one of my colleagues my opinion that Moses might have been excused for sort of spreading his hands and making the world's biggest "duh" face.
But my thinkiest thoughts had to do with the second reading from Genesis, in fact, the reading about the Akedah. Of course Easter-wise a lot of comparison is made between Abraham being willing to sacrifice Isaac and God himself giving his only begotten son. They do like their prefigures, I mean to say. But not for the first time, I found myself really uncomfortable with the whole thing. ( Of course it's an uncomfortable story. (Or, 'o hai i upgraded ur ram.') )
Anyway. Stuff has Got Done today. I earned some money and bought some groceries. Himself mowed the lawn and went out to get me dinner. Back to work tomorrow. Wedding is in five weeks. Onward.
This morning I finally dragged my ass out of bed with the promise that the sooner I got up, the sooner it would be nap time. I sang the two Masses and have not felt less musically invested in anything I was singing in ages. (I mean, I grant it's not my religious tradition. But by the middle of the second Mass today I really felt like I was phoning it in. I didn't enjoy feeling like that. Fortunately, I was able to sing the Byrd "Haec Dies" like I meant it, and was really only going through the motions on stuff that was overaccompanied, so probably hardly anyone could hear me anyway.) I did the standard two-stop grocery shopping on the way home - there are some things we really prefer to get at Whole Foods, and some things we literally cannot get at Whole Foods, so - and dealt with some effed up Beltway traffic for which there was no excuse. I remember feeling pretty good, despite the traffic, and thinking Oh, maybe I'm not as tired as all that after all. And then I got home and the minute I was inside the house all my energy left me. I think I napped for about three hours, after which Himself went out and fetched dinner, because he is awesome.
I normally tune out during the readings and homilies in my church job, just listening for the cues that mean I'm going to have to sing in a moment ("the word of the Lord"; "the Gospel of the Lord"; "as without end they acclaim"; "the mystery of faith"; "through Him and with Him and in Him ..."; "let us offer each other the sign of peace"; and any time anyone announces a hymn), but last night I had to pay closer attention because a lot of responses that are normally spoken were sung at the Easter Vigil. And so the reading from Exodus included the line, "The Lord said to Moses, why are you crying out to Me?" and I shared with one of my colleagues my opinion that Moses might have been excused for sort of spreading his hands and making the world's biggest "duh" face.
But my thinkiest thoughts had to do with the second reading from Genesis, in fact, the reading about the Akedah. Of course Easter-wise a lot of comparison is made between Abraham being willing to sacrifice Isaac and God himself giving his only begotten son. They do like their prefigures, I mean to say. But not for the first time, I found myself really uncomfortable with the whole thing. ( Of course it's an uncomfortable story. (Or, 'o hai i upgraded ur ram.') )
Anyway. Stuff has Got Done today. I earned some money and bought some groceries. Himself mowed the lawn and went out to get me dinner. Back to work tomorrow. Wedding is in five weeks. Onward.
