Today was a celebratory day. Since coming back to the Catholic Church, this is my first religious holiday, Ash Wednesday. It is the first day of Lent, a time of reflection mirroring the 40 days that Jesus spent in the dessert getting tempted by Satan. We turn away from sin, believing in the Gospel. During this time, we give up something that we like. In my case, I am giving up watching Dr Phil. I love to watch Dr Phil every day at 4pm, right after Ellen. I am turning off the tv and doing something else. My goal is to uncover my bible and spend that hour reading it and doing some housework. At least that is my intent but today I had our cat DeWan in my lap. I don't like to make my cats moved when they are showing me affection so I sat there at pet him while reading a fiction book. I managed to sit there with the tv off for 40 minutes then since I was still sitting there with DeWan on my lap, I turned on the tv and watched something else for 20 minutes.
So I got up at 730am and got dressed in record time, got out the door and scraped off the car. It was cold but the temperature was going to be in the 40s today so I was dressed appropriately in a sweatshirt, a hoodie from hubby's university. I got to the church on time and made it in to mass minutes before it started.
Father Paul started off with a re-baptism of a young man that is in the army and heading off to the middle east to a town near where ISIS is reported to be. Then Father Paul did a blessing of woman who was heading off into major surgery. We celebrated mass and then we lined up and Father Paul and his assistants marked our foreheads with the sign of the cross in ashes. We walk around all day with this on our foreheads and when you go out in public, people will stop you and tell you that you have something on your forehead. Then you explain about your religion and what the symbolism means.
So mass was over at 9 and I rushed home so that hubby could take the car to head into work early and then head up to the bookstore in Denver. After I saw hubby off, I changed into my housecoat and leggings and settled in the bedroom to read and play on the computer. Mostly I was reading my book by Debbie Macomber. She is the only romance writer I read. I stared with reading her knitting series about Blossom Street and like her style. I think her romance books are ok, they don't have these really passionate love scenes at all and that's good for me.
I ate a really late lunch, cheese, salami and crackers. I filled up so full that when hubby was getting off work, I didn't feel like eating any dinner. So when hubby went to the grocery store for oj for me, he got the makings of a homemade pizza for tomorrow and a can of stew for himself for tonight. I felt bad about not cooking any dinner but I thought I still had a chicken to bone in the fridge. Come to find out, hubby had been eating it while I was sick and not eating. So I was at a loss of what to eat so when hubby called and talked about dinner, I realized I wasn't going to eat anything later.
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