This is the last Sunday before Easter. There is just this Sunday of nominally Catholic, low church nonsense to suffer through before going home for Easter and a proper Triduum Sacrum. However, that's not really what's on my mind.
I miss my parents.... their poodle, not so much. But I want to see Mama and Daddy and I can't wait to see my daughter.
I haven't seen her in over six months and in that time she's become a completely different person. She looks better and happier than I've seen her in more than five years. In point of fact, she looks and seems like *herself* again. And besides that I have desperately missed my grandkids - the eldest of which was my "time-share baby" as an infant. I am so anxious to get there that I am going to attempt to convince my Pal that it really would be rather a good idea to leave here at three a.m. on the day we're scheduled to travel.
Sadly, things will be a blur for the three incredibly short days we'll be in Texas. There's so much to do, no time to do it and I'm going to have to prioritize, which seems so very unfair.
1) I want to have a four generational professional photograph taken with Mama, Sissie, Tink and myself but it will depend upon Sissie's work schedule and Mama's inability to adhere to anyone's schedule but her own. (That's not tacky by the way, it's just the way she is.)
2) I want to see a dying friend. I've known her all my life (my mother's best friend) and this is probably the very last opportunity I will have to see her alive.
3) I want to spend time with my cousin who isn't well and has recently had surgery, as well as her sweet husband, with whom my Pal instantly bonded when they first met. I love them dearly. Dennis and I both miss them.
4) Lastly, I want to attend as much of the Easter Triduum Sacrum at St. Mary the Virgin as I am able.
Thank goodness most of the solomn rites (church services) for Easter are vigil masses and occur at night after the parental units close up 'the lockdown', the cousins are snug in front of their television set watching sit-com re-runs, and the grandkids are settled at home with their Mom, and because she worked all day is not likely to be able, or willing to go anywhere - much less a two and a half hour Catholic mass!
My job then, for the next four days, is to make certain I get everything done here so that the three precious days we are there won't be spoiled worrying about anything but the need to make certain I spend as much time with the people I love, doing the things I went home to do.
Can't wait, Mama. And Prissy is a good dittle girl, she's just a little spoiled. What days, exactly, are you going to be here?
Posted by: Yvette Ivy | 04/05/2009 at 11:40 AM