THIS is what happens when you played hooky from choir practice last week because you were feeling dodgy and out of sorts, and then played hooky from church on Sunday because you wanted to ride your horse instead, and didn't look at the calendar in the church bulletin nor anything resembling world news today, and then show up for what you THINK is choir practice:
At the tender age of 45, so far as I can remember, this is the first time I've been to an Ash Wednesday Service, and one where ashes were imposed. Apparently my church doesn't do Ash Wednesday in the morning like everyone else, we do it at night. When its supposed to be choir practice.
It was actually kind of cool.
But then I remembered this means Lent has begun. I'm supposed to give something up for Lent.
Sad panda. I don't wanna.
What would I give up for Lent were I actually so inclined? Can't it be something easy? How about...I'll give up smoking for Lent? Oh, yeah, I don't smoke. Ummmm....I'll give up sacrificing kittens for Lent? I'll give up...vacuuming under the couch? Folding laundry? Swearing? Oh, let's not go THERE.
Things to ponder.
