Oh, that Word A Day Calendar hasn't let me down yet. Build, vocabluary, build strong! Each week I have found one of those words to recap the weekend with, i.e. Gossamer--extremely light, delicate, or tenuous.
On Friday, I managed to miss Stations of the Cross talking to my chief volunteer and oldest friend in the Lou, Mel. She is working her way back into teaching through adventures in substituting. We had some things to discuss. It was a great reminder that sometimes it is nice to have a friend to laugh with, and for me, Mel has been one of those kinds of friends.
Saturday came and the reality of a health issue I have been dealing with for a while, finally set in. I have had heel pain and have blamed plantar fasicitis (the spelling of this could be off slightly, but close). But, I had to confront the issue that this foot pain might be a stress fracture, or if is is the plantar fasicitis then I need doctor's advice because the Aleve isn't cutting through the pain anymore. This has been going on since at least December and it is time to take some action. So I made a plan to contact my doctor next week. I am probably the only person in the world who has to build up the courage to call the doctor.
The other issue that was on Saturday was getting to Reconciliation. Confession they say is good for the soul. I can attest to that. But getting to Confession, even though I live next door to the church had it's challenges. But during the last hour of the Reconciliation day, I found the priest who is my confessor and I confessed. Clean soul just in time for Easter.
I had a weepy day on Saturday. It was like hormonal weepy. I haven't had that kind of weepy in years. I think that the issues of this year and the past few weeks are part of the weepiness. The pain in my foot and the realization that it just isn't going away on it's own is another part. The illnesses of my mom and my mother-in-law who, both in their 80s, are in one way or another dealing with end of life issues is part of that. The absence of my son from my life is part. He didn't even call to find out how his grandma did through surgery last week. I am disappointed in him.
Today is Passion Sunday, Palm Sunday. Today we waved the palms and heard the readings that are hard to hear. Christ came into Jeresalem in triumph. He was betrayed by his friend. He was murdered, an innocent man accused of no real crime. The rising and saving will wait until next week. This week evil triumphs, or seems to. But wait until the next installment....
And because Old Woman has laid down the gauntlet of messiness I will include the following picture taken from my seat at my computer and looking down the hallway toward the master bedroom. Nothing was staged or moved to record this picture including myself. But, I do wonder if Old Woman and I are in fact related. Our cleaning styles and logic are similar.