Friday was definitely a Fri-YAY! Despite the fact that it was Good Friday and thus the saddest day of the canonical year.
A came home early, very early, surprising us into smiles (well, bigger smiles, as we’ve had a grand few days.
We prayed for what we’d done; rather, for what we do.
Then we went to the gym and I very slowly worked my way through some snatches and some pull-ups and some toes to bars. We went to the grocery store. Then we walked around in the rain and enjoyed four wonderful drinks from Killer ESP: A two breve mochas, and me two match breve lattes. Indulgent? Yes indeed. Not our best showing on this most solemn of days.
“But when fundamentals are doubted, as at present, we must try to recover
the candour and wonder of the child; the unspoilt realism and objectivity of innocence. Or if we cannot do that, we
must try at least to shake off the cloud of mere custom and see the thing as new, if only by seeing it as unnatural.
Things that may well be familiar so long as familiarity breeds affection had much better become unfamiliar when familiarity breeds contempt. For in connection with things so great as are here considered, whatever our view of them,
contempt must be a mistake. Indeed contempt must be an illusion. We must invoke the most wild and soaring sort of
imagination; the imagination that can see what is there.”
― G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man