Today I ran lots of little errands.
Included in the errands was a stop at Barbiconi to order up a new thurible and boat for the TMSM, especially for my use and for the bishop’s Masses. I’ve been having terrible shoulder problems, so lifting the thurible up properly for incensation has been difficult. The thurible we have is very nice to look at, was cheap, and weighs as much as a bowling ball with chains. That doesn’t work for me.
So, this one is light and more traditional.
While I was waiting at Barbiconi for something I did a little dig through the special palls they make. All of those on the right are Crosses or Marian initials. In the center, papal arms. However, in the back left are all the pall with Francis’s arms. They aren’t selling. I got the last B16.
Over to Gammarelli. Today I ordered up a Solemn set in violet for Advent and Lent. I really don’t like using pieces from the Pontifical set, since they wear unevenly.
Also, I am having an estimate readied for a Solemn set in THIS.
The red is the lining, obviously. This set would match one that a newly ordained priest had made for his First Solemn Mass which I wrote about. Here’s a glance:
Spiffy, no? Here’s the idea. He has a Solemn set. I order a Solemn Set, but also with antependium and gremial. That way, it can be used on its own, but with the supplement of his dalmatics, we can also trick out a Pontifical Mass at the Throne.
This will be expensive, I’m thinking. I’ll get the estimate tomorrow. However, I may come to all of you begging donations to the TMSM.
Meanwhile, light lunch out with a friend. Mass at Ss. Trinità, where at the request of the pastor I heard in English a spectacular confession. Dear readers, if nothing else good happened on this trip, that 15 minutes made it all worth it. One your your fellow Catholics tonight is treading the ground far more lightly than just a few hours ago and a long time before that. God is good. God is good. His promises to the Church and to hearts are TRUE and He will not be forsworn.
Back to the apartment for some grub… and some flowers for the table. It is still called Campo de’ Fiori for a reason.
In more ancient times, the once Via Florea came through here. More on that later.
I get lots of my supplies at Ruggieri.
Tonight for dessert.
Some pre-prandial snacks.
A little veal roll and some squash stuffed with meaty and cheesy goodness.
There’s no true stove here and no oven and no microwave. But… HEY!… when I was in the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue I didn’t have those things either (I had a microwave), and for several years. Hence, I learned how to make complicated things with great efficiency and limited space, heat, and tools. There is an induction hot plate. That’s what I used in the SPTDV.
I did not starve. And I left some for tomorrow.
Alas, beneath my window at a restaurant, the worst accordion player in the world is attempting “Brucia la terra”. My heavens, this is awful. Worst in world… and that’s saying something. Time to close the window and then my jet lagged eyes. Not even this guy can keep me awake.
Now that it is after compline and a think back through the day, I can say that, many times today I caught myself walking around smiling. I have turned out of most churchy news for about 48 hours and I am in the City, which I know so well. My brain is waking up again from months of slumber and… I’ve just been going around smiling.
I’ll turn my attention to news again, soon, I suppose. But not tonight.