Bry'Chell was disappointed that Halloween is a non-event here. No costumes, no parties and worst of all no trick-or-treating with all that candy. Bry'Chell is a major candy addict. Ordinarily, we have rules about candy, but that hasn't been necessary this year. There's been very little candy around here and what there is she hasn't really found to taste like she expects.
Halloween was a bust. There was absolutely no acknowledgement of it as any kind of holiday. However, All Saints Day, being a Holy Day, found us in church at 9 AM. For Bry'Chell this was heaping insult on injury. Not only was Halloween a disappointment, but then she had to get up and go to church on Saturday. Her only day to sleep in and she had to get up. Worse, she had to get up and go to church.
As is pretty much true of every liturgy, mass was well attended. It was the usual, music from the seventies with added harmonies accompanied by drums, reasonably articulate preaching and a few babies crying.
On my way back from communion I had a little surprise. Again, the usual, semi-organized chaos, not the midwest pew-by-pew orderly procession, but random decisions by each congregant that it was now time to go to communion, with an equally random pattern of return.
As I was returning, there was a young man heading out of the pew, so I paused. Fortunately for me that I did. My head reverently down, eyes fixed on the concrete floor when all of a sudden, this gecko, drops through the air and plops right on the floor a few inches in front of my feet. If I hadn't stopped for the young man to exit the pew, it would have landed on my head! Yuck. I'm not afraid of geckos, but neither do I want one on my head, or worse, down the back of my shirt. Trick-or-treat! Happy All Saints Day.
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