Going Fishing

Du meine gute! This whole going to class every morning and working every evening would be a lot easier if I had a break on the weekends. Unlike some people, I did not have the luxury this weekend of having nothing to do. Quite the opposite. I had the unique pleasure of setting up the church parking lot for the parish’s 30th anniversary picnic. This involved arriving in Middleburg at noon and setting up two 20 x 10 canopies, 15 tables and 90 chairs. Not to mention the sound system. I had planned to go home and rest a few hours between set-up and the actual picnic, but I ended up out in the sun all afternoon working until the picnic at 5:00. Of course, since I work for the church, the parish picnic itself is work. I have to be “on.” So I hung out ‘till 7:00, came home and crashed like a tree falling in the forest (without making a sound).

On weekends like this, I really feel the fact that I have to wake up at 5:00 AM on Sundays. Now, I don’t want to sound like a big baby (this is a hint that I am about to whine like a little baby), but normally, I have a couple days off before Sunday hits. I’m rested and ready to roll. This Sunday was different. Not only was I still busted (and a bit sunburned) from working on Saturday, but it was also an emotional day. We announced my impending resignation from the parish (July 15). In addition, so many announcements came down the pipe regarding our parish communities this week that the whole parish was reeling. On any normal Sunday, I would finish up with morning Masses around 1:00 PM, go home and play video games. This Sunday, I went directly to a choir workshop from 2:00-5:00. It was good, but I was beat. I still am.

What’s the point? I’m fishing for sympathy here! My life is soooOOOooo hard! What? No love? Everybody else has hard days and works hard at their jobs too? Say it ain’t so! I was sure I was the only one.

Point taken. I’m shutting up now.