Ready or not, up came the sun at 5:36.
Down went the sun at 20:41.
Ave Maria? For the Curia – hah- at 21.
It was the Feast of the Visitation of the Blessed Virgin.
It was the patron Feast of The Parish™, Trinity Sunday.
Because of the Octave, the Feast of St. Philip Neri was transferred to tomorrow. There had been a Triduum of prayer before the Feast.
Pippo Bbono!
Remember everyone… be good, if you can.
Tonight at 2nd Vespers of the Trinity, we had the commemoration of the 1st Vespers of St. Philip.
During Mass today I watched as a spider, probably from the ceiling – a long way – came zzzzzzeeeeeeeeeiop – all the way down to the floor. I was reminded of the rubrics that instruct priests about what to do if a spider winds up in the chalice after the consecration. That really did happen to me once.
That was a long way to come down. I wonder what it did then.
The street I often walk is still old Rome.
They were just cleaned!
The heat has really come. People are grumbling about August. However it is a humid heat. It is absolutely PUNISHING in Church, which is where – at this time of year – all the moisture goes.
Me, after vespers. Maybe hard to see: virtually transparent from sweat.
I’m pretty sure that I could literally have wrung out my shirt. My surplice was soaked. My cassock… heavens. I used three hankies during Vespers and Benediction for constant mopping out of my eyes and then, after, drank about a liter of water. The others were similarly affected as it went on.
For all the heat outside, “Sub Aquilis” (my apartment) maintains a pretty constant cool temperature. Because of the Giro d’Italia today finishing in Rome, the Centro was mainly blocked out. So, between Mass and Vespers The Great Roman™ came to hang out at my place. He remarked on it right way. No AC but cool. [Lunch, spaghetti with basil pesto and bread.] It helps to have a fan. However, the fan was not for cool, but rather to dry out my cassock. I wanted to hang it out in the patio, but this morning I saw three people, including a priest in a cassock, who had received special gifts from the ******** seagulls, now very active because of their pestilential, verminous hatchlings from hell. They are active in their relentless pursuit of garbage and tourists to dump on. I discern little seagull activity were I am, thanks be to God, but I figured… nah… I’ll use the fan. Tutior pars. In the past, I have tented over the cassock to be sure. But, today, why take a chance?
Gregg the Obscure on Your Sunday Sermon Notes – Trinity Sunday: “NO. 1. Gospel included John 3:16 so a good quote from St. Hilary of Poitiers’ commentary thereon to the effect…”
