Glorious mysteries

We attended a funeral for J., Karin’s kindly old colleague. “J. and I used to talk about hockey,” said the priest. “Sometimes joyfully, sometimes with a little griping.” That was about it for reminiscing about J. (Reminiscing is done at the wake, apparently.) The priest and mourners then prayed the Glorious Mysteries, in which are included:
  • one Apostle’s Creed
  • six Our Fathers
  • six Glory Bes
  • five Oh My Jesuses
  • fifty-three Hail Marys
  • other formulae
My heart sank around the thirtieth Hail Mary. Was the priest shooting for one hundred? Mercifully, no.

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I finished reading the Adrian Mole series. It gave me much pleasure.

I’ve begun reading The Mirror Crack’d from Side to Side. It features Miss Jane Marple and is set in the classic murder-village of St. Mary Mead. When I finish, I’ll have read all sixty-six of Dame Agatha’s crime novels.

Daniel, somehow, is learning to speak in French.

Bonjour, Daddy, he grins. Ça va.

Not bad for not having been taught. His accent is spot-on, too.