Thursday, December 4, 2014
Wil sends me a text from the living room, "We have a slight problem though I am going to go to bad at 9:15 tonight because I got a watch South Beach towing now to 915 so I will be ready for bed at 9:15 though you might have to stay up till 915 for me because these are the only nights next every Wednesday have to stay up till 915 so we suspect that please and I am going to go to bed at 9:15 tonight because I need to watch South Beach tow"
I text back, from my bedroom, "OK, but when are you showering?"
"9:02," he responds.
This goes on for quite some time, culminating with his "need" to finish the last episode, which, apparently, is some sort of finale.
By the time all is said and done, he's not showered, with brushed teeth, etc., until 9:45. I am shot.
Nonetheless, we must still partake in the mini-Advent ceremony, 'round the ol' fake Christmas tree.
"Care, I'm going to read six sentences, and you're going to look at the candy cane we're blessing, when I do."
I dutifully follow him around the tree, as he stops, reads a line from his little book, and points to the candy cane getting the blessing.
"Right here. The blue one. 'Alleulia, alleulia. Behold, the Lord comes to save his people; blessed are those prepared to meet him. Alleluia, alleluia.'"
"Now, we're doing this one. The Orange Crush one."
We both move into position, and he continues, "Receive, O Lord, these offerings we bring you in commemoration of Stain Francis Xavier, and grant that, as he journeyed to distant lands out of longing for the salvation of souls, so we, too, bearing effective witness to the Gospel, may, with our brothers and sisters, eagerly hasten towards you. Through Christ our Lord. Amen."
At 10:00 I am finally released from my duty, and can go back to watching bad TV. It's hard to care too much about whom gets kicked off "Survivor" (for the 29th season), when you know that right down the hall, someone is blessing candy canes today, bearing effective witness to the Gospel, tomorrow.
There is no slight problem.