You keep using that phrase. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Actually, I think that even people who know what All Saints' Day really is--a day to honor all those Saints whose names and stories we don't know--have a very difficult time talking about, celebrating, or imaging this day without bringing famous saints into it. In our homeschool group, we used to have All Saints' parties where the kids dressed up as saints, and it never occurred to me to think, "Oh, but that's not what it's about." I wonder if it might be a good idea to have a party where the kids dressed up as, and told the story of someone whom they imagine to be one of those invisible saints. It might get us all thinking.
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On another note, I am currently imprisoned. There are men here fixing seams in my carpet. I was in the kitchen, and wanted to go work in the bedroom, but they were working in the living room and had moved the couch into a position that blocked the way to the bedroom, so I came down into one of the bedrooms where I had a few things to do, and now they are working right outside the bedroom door. I wish I'd stayed in the kitchen, because that's the room next to the bathroom.
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Love the picture and the post. Sympathy to you in your imprisonment :-)
ReplyDeleteAlso, please tell me about All Souls Day - would what you envision also be appropriate then?
For All Souls Day, I would just go to Mass and pray for the dead, but I can't tomorrow. Still, I pray for them every time I pass a cemetery, so I think it's okay.
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Thanks, Janet. Absolutely. I am just wanting to be educated -- . Was not sure about the difference between All Saints and All Souls days -- always appreciate what you teach me --
DeleteWELCOME BACK! I felt too embarrassed to comment on your first return post because I'm such a slow driver. Grumpy
ReplyDeleteThanks. I guess if I ever get behind you, I will have to take your picture and write about you.
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I think the police did that last week! I can hit normal high speeds on the motorway now. But I still hate being on the motorway at night. The week before last I went to Chicago to see 'Enough Said'. I would say my average speed was low fifties and did sometimes go up into the 60s. I just hate not being able to see, and the bright dazzling lights from the cars going in the other direction. Coming back into South Bend there were people pouring out of the toll booth on the other side, after the football game, but no one coming in, no one behind me. So I thoght I would use up all my dimes paying the toll. After I'd been sliding coins into the slot for some minutes, a police man came and shone his light into the car and demanded to know why it was taking so long, and indeed, 'why were you doing 47 miles an hour all the way from Chicago?' As someone explained to me later, 'drunks and stoners drive very slowly and make long unexplained stops'.....
ReplyDeleteBefore I had my cataract surgery, I had to drive very slowly on these dark two lane roads when there was opposing traffic. In fact, when I was passing the cars at night, sometimes I would have to stop until they passed me. Thankfully, that doesn't happen anymore.
ReplyDeletedrunks and stoners I have never used the word "stoners" before in my life, but earlier today, I played it in a game of Words With Friends.
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There is a funny Cheech and Chong routine about two stoned guys in a car trying to figure out how to keep the cops from noticing them and pulling them over. The trick, they decide is to drive slowly... v e r y s l o w l y. Like, 5 miles an hour. 47mph on on an interstate highway is definitely stoner class.
ReplyDeleteI *love* that picture.
I love it too. It's so appropriate for the day. What's kind of amusing, though, is that if you put me in the middle of that crowd of hugging people at this minute (assuming I was still alive on earth) I would probably be screaming to get out of there.
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Oh yeah--perish the thought of that happening in this life! Actually it doesn't sound that great for the next, either, but presumably either we'll be that much changed or it's only a metaphor for something more suitable.
ReplyDeleteI was not doing 47 MPH! That was an exaggeration from the cop who must have been following me for an hour, as I did *at least* 55 MPH!
ReplyDeleteOh, ok. That's out of stoner and at least into sightseer range.:-) I guess 47 might even have gotten you a ticket, now that I think about it. Heading home on the interstate one afternoon a couple of years ago, I got into a traffic jam, not infrequent there, in which the right line was almost stopped. I eventually got into the left lane and to the source of the problem, which was an old lady driving--I'm not exaggerating--about 25. She probably thought she was being a good careful driver.
ReplyDeleteI just came back from a Lumen Christi thing in Chicago. I went with a student and he was impressed because I started out, about the first 1/3 of the trip back in the dark doing around 57 and then somehow hit the low 60s and stayed there for most of the return trip. It's a question of getting used to driving on the motorway at night. Grumpy
ReplyDeleteImpressive! :-)
ReplyDeleteOh, I get to going really fast on return trips.
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