Mother-daughter outing at the indult parish
I’m a librarian. Thinking about how people search for things is what I do. One of my favorite things, especially on blog sites, is seeing what keywords lead people to my site.
One day on this blog was spectacular.
Things are well here. I’ve been busy and tired, and haven’t had a lot to say in general. I’ve had a lot to think about–some religious things, some not. I have some serious posts brewing, but they’re not ready yet.
On Sunday, I attended my third Tridentine Mass and managed to keep up in my missal the entire time. It was nice. My mother came of age around the time that the new Mass came into use, and she was initially surprised that I had an interest in doing something so old-fashioned. She’s intrigued now, though, and nostalgic. I think I’ve forced her to remember the Mass from her childhood that she didn’t think was still celebrated. She wants to attend one with me the next time one of us visits the other for a weekend, and even dug out her old missal from 1961, a gift for her 16th birthday. My hometown has an indult Mass, and an SSPX chapel. Going together will either be a disaster, or really cool!
I wish consecration killed germs. I think I caught a cold from the priest at the chapel I attended last week. He kept reaching under his vestments into his robe to get a handkerchief, and he clearly wasn’t well. (Though maybe people think that about me, and I just have allergies.)
