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Meatless Fridays
Stories and Poems about Life, Change and Finding Truth
by Ebby
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Excerpts
Handyman
I had the wallpaper taken off in the bedroom
The bathroom door sanded so it doesn't stick anymore
The peeling paint on the wall next to the shower was scraped off
And the whole thing repainted a girlie color
I had a ceiling fan put up in the living room
There's a new light fixture in the kitchen
The hole you punched in the wall is patched now
Painted over, too
The little cabinet we ordered online is assembled and stained
I sat the lamp I bought to replace the broken one on top
New slipcovers over the couch, fresh and crisp
And the carpet has been steam cleaned
The television is moved out of the bedroom
And now sits on a freshly waxed corner shelf
The handyman had a field day
Removing all traces of you from my life
The Thaw
Icicles on glass
Afternoon light shining through
No warmth—I shiver
Spring seems too far off
Wait—beginning now, a drip!
Hope in liquid form
Holy Macaroni
Baked macaroni, they used to call it – not "mac and cheese" –
what we had for supper most Fridays in the winter. Growing up
Catholic we had to sacrifice one day a week to God and we did
this by not eating meat on Fridays.
My uncle owned a produce store and my cousin delivered
orders to families and businesses in the neighborhood. One time,
he told us about going to the rectory of one of our local churches
on a Friday. The priests were all eating meatballs and sausages.
Many years later I found out that one of the popes way back
when wanted to help the fishing industry. They decided to make
a "meatless Friday" rule in the church. The people would eat fish
once a week, and in turn would be helping out the fishermen—and their souls would earn brownie points—or so they thought,
with God. It was a win-win situation. Till the rules got changed
and God didn't mind if you ate meat.
Purchase Meatless Fridays here.
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