Yes people here it is. Fat Tuesday. Paczki (pronounced punch - key) day.
I don't know if anyone else has paczki where they live but thank goodness we have them here! Big old fat doughnuts, stuffed with ooey gooey jelly goodness and slathered in more sugar. You can break a sugar sweat just biting into them! Eat up! Cause you know what comes tomorrow.
Catholics last chance at redeeming themselves by resolving once again to keep the same New Year's resolutions. Give em a few days and those people walking around with the dirty foreheads will be some po'd grumps without their chocolate fixes.
I always dreaded Lent. My dad was a "big drinker". For Lent he gave that and cigarettes up. Holy Saturday, the Saturday before Easter Sunday, he could be found at the kitchen table, 6 pack of beer and a pack of Kools in front of him, his eyes glued to the clock for that stroke of midnight. I always wanted to set the clock ahead and tell him about it. Just afraid he would not see the humor in it.
This year I am giving up smoking and junk food and sweets. Yeah, I should look something like that bird. Obviously I really am as stupid as my kids think I am though. I quit smoking after 30 years of doing it for a whole 4 months. That was stupid. I know I can do it. I'm like the little train that can....
So tomorrow I will be at church. Ash Wednesday. I don't mean to make fun of church or religion so don't get me wrong. I am still trying to "find myself" and where I fit in. I have found that I have turned into one of the grumpy old people that I used to laugh at when I was younger. I was born and raised Catholic. I went to Catholic schools all my life. My parents were very active in our church. I can remember mass being said in Latin with the priest's back being turned to the congregation the whole time. We never went to Mass without our heads covered. I can remember me and my sister fighting over who was going to wear the "cool hat".
Then, they changed. They modernized. The priest faced you and spoke in English. Sometimes he even walked down the aisle during his sermon. No more hats! The "grumpy old people" did not like it. They went to Mass early Sunday because they would still say it the "old way". I thought the "new way" was cool.
Now I am the "grumpy old person". I go to Early Mass because it's the "new way" not the "new new way". I don't like the "new new way". I don't want to call the priest Father JJ no matter how nice he is. I don't like kids running around on the altar during mass. I don't like singing the hymns to electric guitars and drums. It seems disrespectful to me.
So tomorrow at 8 am I will be joining all the other "grumpy old people" at Mass.
I'm just hoping that maybe the ashes will camouflage that big zit on my forehead....