Quelle busy weekend–mostly spent cleaning and organizing. But I don’t hate that. I get a certain sense of accomplishment out of seeing my closet organized and putting a big bag of cast-offs in the trash cart. (Don’t worry, I also have an ongoing bag for the Vietnam Vets.) A place for everything and everything in its place–at least for a little while.
I also went to a workshop for “lectors”–we’re not supposed to say “lay readers” anymore–at church and it was okay. Not that I needed it! (haha) Our leader did make one pointed plea that lectors ought to look nice and wear appropriate attire in the Lord’s house. I know he was aiming this at one particular (very rich) guy who always looks like he has been driving his tractor around the south forty (as he also did on Saturday morning) before coming to church, but we all know it went right over his head.
Que sera sera.
Speaking of church, on Sunday we were given instructions on how to pass the peace during the coronavirus scare (no touching!)…
and how to take communion (no intincting!) Good grief.
This was reassuring.
We didn’t see the wee babes this weekend. Lottiebelle had been sick with the flu-b, but she was back at school on Monday in fine fettle…
A new haircut I guess
Over the weekend we watched The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962) continuing our Woody Strode tribute.
It is such a great movie, although, as I’ve mentioned a zillion times, Jimmy Stewart is distractingly too old for his part. John Wayne is terrific though and well worth the price of admission. It is really a very sad movie, all about time passing and choices made and lost love. And we see that the media and politicians haven’t changed much (or improved) over the years.
Speaking of movies, Max Von Sydow died last week. Who can forget his portrayal of Jesus with a Swedish accent in The Greatest Story Ever Told (1965)? He was not that great in a not-so-good movie. But he was great in other movies, most notably in The Seventh Seal (1957), playing a 14th century knight who challenges Death to a game of chess in exchange for his life, which leads to an examination of whether or not God exists.
In other news, today is Three Flags Day, which commemorates March 9 and 10, 1804, when Spain officially completed turning over the Louisiana (New Spain) colonial territory to France, who then officially turned over the same lands to the United States, in order to finalize the 1803 Louisiana Purchase.
On March 9, 1804, Amos Stoddard, the new U.S. lieutenant governor for District of Louisiana, and Meriwether Lewis arrived in St. Louis by boat and were met by the Spanish lieutenant for Upper Louisiana. The Spanish flag was lowered on March 9, and the French flag was hoisted to fly over the city of St. Louis for 24 hours. The French flag, initially supposed to have been lowered at sunset, remained under guard all night. The next morning, March 10, 1804, the American flag was raised. Huzzah!
A few weeks later on April 30, 1803, the Louisiana Purchase Treaty was signed by Robert Livingston, James Monroe and Francois Barbe-Marbois at the Hotel Tubeuf in Paris. I’d say that deserves a toast!
Have a good week!
O Eternal God, who hast taught us by thy holy Word that our bodies are temples of thy Spirit: Keep us, we most humbly beseech thee, temperate and holy in thought, word and deed, that at the last we, with all the pure in heart, may see thee and be made like unto thee in thy heavenly kingdom; through Christ our Lord.
–A prayer from B.F. Wescott, whose feast day was yesterday.
*”Anatevka” from Fiddler on the Roof