Saw old man fixing stuff in the vestibule. Greeted him: Manong!
Started standing up momentarily at pew (like Chinese folks do) while waiting for slower parents to seat themselves, then I’ll kneel and sit at the same time they do (like Chinese kids would do out of respect).
Well, this morning saw little “Dark Rice” and her mom, both of whom were not attending morning mass, say, since the start of Labor Day. Assumed that she’d cantor tonight but I don’t know. Was just wondering, of course. Hmm.
Helped singing with Thai to keep the notes longer, smoother, and in tune for this morning’s Communion Song! Sang loud enough so Math/Arsenio could hear. Yawn! Boring!
Afterwards while sitting, made Cheshire-cat like smile while baring teeth, quickly closed lips and eye lids, lowered head knowingly as pastor observed silently; while snickering to myself and wondering if I’m still needed around this place. Yawn! Boring!
Three days ago, gave same old Filipino man a couple of kisses on right cheek, like kin folks of his Bayan. No harm. Parents were there to comfort him. Two days ago, greeted his daughter and grandson, who is taller. She said something about prayers on the 21st.
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