Home Sweet Home! I'm glad to be back. Unfortunately, I came home with a UTI and a frozen iPhone. My broken cell phone caused me much anxiety. I couldn't tell my family I was leaving; I had arrived; when are you coming; help!
I spent all yesterday morning trying to fix my phone. It was dead. I had to buy a new one.
My doctor's appointment is this afternoon.
But the trip to the RE Congress and my visit with my relatives: nephew Fred and his wife, Monika was great. Fred always takes us to fantastic places. He drives me crazy because he offers too many options, but it's always fun. The Congress was my best. I chose good speakers this year. Every single one of them was interesting. I'm sure I'll be posting thoughts I've gleaned from them, later on.
Since I was traveling on Ash Wednesday, and would not have been able to get ashes, we made up a ceremony. Fred burned last year's palms, Tuesday night. Wednesday morning, we set up a little holy space: candle, holy water, and ashes. We blessed ourselves with holy water as we lit the candle. We said a little prayer. It was extemporaneous so I don't remember it. Then we smeared ashes on each other's foreheads. Fred got his revenge on me by smacking me with a humongous cross. SoI went all day feeling kind of embarrassed but sacrificial.
The sad part is that during our flying home, across the country, I only saw two people with ashes. No one in Orange County airport. One person in Chicago. And one person in Boston. Two.
Lord have mercy on us.
I spent all yesterday morning trying to fix my phone. It was dead. I had to buy a new one.
My doctor's appointment is this afternoon.
But the trip to the RE Congress and my visit with my relatives: nephew Fred and his wife, Monika was great. Fred always takes us to fantastic places. He drives me crazy because he offers too many options, but it's always fun. The Congress was my best. I chose good speakers this year. Every single one of them was interesting. I'm sure I'll be posting thoughts I've gleaned from them, later on.
Since I was traveling on Ash Wednesday, and would not have been able to get ashes, we made up a ceremony. Fred burned last year's palms, Tuesday night. Wednesday morning, we set up a little holy space: candle, holy water, and ashes. We blessed ourselves with holy water as we lit the candle. We said a little prayer. It was extemporaneous so I don't remember it. Then we smeared ashes on each other's foreheads. Fred got his revenge on me by smacking me with a humongous cross. SoI went all day feeling kind of embarrassed but sacrificial.
The sad part is that during our flying home, across the country, I only saw two people with ashes. No one in Orange County airport. One person in Chicago. And one person in Boston. Two.
Lord have mercy on us.
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