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From the Archives: Going to Church with the Daddy

Hi ya! Hey ya! Hope all's well with ya. All is well with us. I'm reaching into my archives for the next several days so I can play catch up around the house. "I'll do it tomorrow." has finally reared itself into today.  Such is retirement. :-) Have fun out there.

Today's post (edited) was first published on February 13, 2013. Warning: Cursing ahead.
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One of the last times I went to church with the Daddy was a Good Friday. The Mama scored big that day as she got both the Daddy and me to go with her. I don't know how she did it. I did daydream through the service. That is, until the Daddy caught my attention.

It was a struggle for his old cartilage to do all the physical activity that takes place during a Catholic mass, especially at the much longer Good Friday service. You stand, sit, and kneel a lot.  I don't think the Daddy realized he was protesting out loud. I still wonder if God and I were the only ones who heard him. 

Stand.
Sit.
Kneel.
"Shit."

Sit.
Stand.
Kneel.
"Fuck."

Kneel.
Stand.
"God damn."
Sit.

Stand.
Sit.
Kneel.
"Shit. Fuck. God damn."

The Husband loves this story. After all, what's not to like: An old man swears in church.

How I miss the Daddy. 

Comments

  1. I think catholics and anglicans are the only ones who have to put up with the god aerobics

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    1. At least for the Christian religion. I like that term "god aerobics". In some churches, I hear, you can get a good workout for the lungs.

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  2. I've never been to a catholic, or any church, service, but I suspect my responses would've been similar to the Daddy's! ... may your house-chores go swiftly and effortlessly. :)

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    1. lol! I've a accomplished a couple of organized cabinets. That's good.

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  3. This IS a good story!!!
    Thanks.

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  4. I laughed at the story (grew up Catholic in parochial school, remember well Good Friday and the agony ... and I was <13 for god sakes! Your poor daddy. I loved the story and the look at The Daddy, because I don't remember seeing his picture before and that was nice.

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    1. This is my favorite photo of the Daddy. When I saw him making his way between the vines, I plopped myself with the camera on the lawn and waited patiently for him to pop out.

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  5. Hahahaaaaa! I’m with your daddy!

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