Holy Week Redux
Category: Seasons
A lot of people are starting their week a day late into it, which I'd hate for myself, and this I observed while watching the morning news coverage of suffering vehicles (and harried people in them) all making their way back to the city thru the clogged tollgates of the North and South Expressways, for a final goodbye on the extended Holy Week holidays. Boy, am I glad we didn't out-of-town but chose to relax it in a nearby hotel that had a pool populated with kids (and their moms and dads who apparently had the same ideas as we had), had an access to the mall and cinemas, which did not require for me to be ultra-attentive to daughters, to become Mother Of The Year.
Boracay? Baguio? During holy week? Forget it! And it is really not for sourgraping (that I wasn't elsewhere when everybody else were) that I feel bad for people who went to get their rest and relaxation in cramped spaces for their well-deserved break, for that is their idea of vacation. Me, I'm just incorrigibly lazy to exert energy like that.
Instead, I chose the past week for time to pray and meditate on the significance of what Jesus did, how He was crucified, died, and rose again after three days. All for my sins. And there can be no greater love than that.
It was also a great time to catch up on reading and movie watching which of course included the superbly rendered "300" and the fun and lightness of "Wild Hogs" (that also rekindled my husband's desire for a Fat Boy), but unfortunately had to include the unbearably retarded "Norbit", which truly sets a standard for all that's crappy and wrong. That surely blew the chances of Eddie Murphy for an Oscar. But yes, Eddie regardless, I do know how to have time well spent and that is in the quiet and trafficless city which comes only once in the blue moon of Good Friday. Thank God for the wisdom.
A lot of people are starting their week a day late into it, which I'd hate for myself, and this I observed while watching the morning news coverage of suffering vehicles (and harried people in them) all making their way back to the city thru the clogged tollgates of the North and South Expressways, for a final goodbye on the extended Holy Week holidays. Boy, am I glad we didn't out-of-town but chose to relax it in a nearby hotel that had a pool populated with kids (and their moms and dads who apparently had the same ideas as we had), had an access to the mall and cinemas, which did not require for me to be ultra-attentive to daughters, to become Mother Of The Year.
Boracay? Baguio? During holy week? Forget it! And it is really not for sourgraping (that I wasn't elsewhere when everybody else were) that I feel bad for people who went to get their rest and relaxation in cramped spaces for their well-deserved break, for that is their idea of vacation. Me, I'm just incorrigibly lazy to exert energy like that.
Instead, I chose the past week for time to pray and meditate on the significance of what Jesus did, how He was crucified, died, and rose again after three days. All for my sins. And there can be no greater love than that.
It was also a great time to catch up on reading and movie watching which of course included the superbly rendered "300" and the fun and lightness of "Wild Hogs" (that also rekindled my husband's desire for a Fat Boy), but unfortunately had to include the unbearably retarded "Norbit", which truly sets a standard for all that's crappy and wrong. That surely blew the chances of Eddie Murphy for an Oscar. But yes, Eddie regardless, I do know how to have time well spent and that is in the quiet and trafficless city which comes only once in the blue moon of Good Friday. Thank God for the wisdom.
5 Comments:
i saw clockwork orange pero monday na 'yun. that was fun. i read mostly, laura jacobs' 'women about town.' in that obsessively detailed tradition of 'the hours' but less intense.
wow, thanks for the tip! i'll be checking out those. i even think my daughter has a copy of clockwork orange, ya, i'll ask her.
Oh, I love the PLUMERIA! I know...we call it kalachuchi, right?
...Instead, I chose the past week for time to pray and meditate on the significance of what Jesus did, how He was crucified, died, and rose again after three days. All for my sins. And there can be no greater love than that.
AMEN Sister!
yup, that's our kalachuchi. don't you love that summer color?
and yes, God is good, isn't He? :)
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