Posts tagged: Becky Nappi
When my husband was in surgery Tuesday, my sister and mom showed up in the surgery center waiting room, even though I'd insisted earlier in the day that I would be fine waiting alone. The surgery was not a major one, though Tony was put out for it, and he was expected to be out in an hour or so. But show up they did — with lunch. My sister knows my favorite treat is french fries and she had a bagful for me. So we sat in the waiting room eating a fast-food lunch, talking and laughing and planning out the rest of the busy summer because of many family visitors expected/Becky Nappi, End Notes. More here.
Question: Becky adds that “one of the best things you can do for people you know well is hold vigil with them in a surgery waiting room.” Have you been encouraged by a vigil keeper in a waiting room recently?
Today, Holy Thursday, we observe the Last Supper, the meal Jesus shared with his friends. He broke the bread and shared it. Scripture reminds us that we will “find Him in the breaking of the bread.” My most profound experience of the risen Christ in the breaking of the bread happened not at church, but at Tampa International Airport. My father was dying and I was escorting him on his journey home. On a sunny Sunday morning, a limousine took us on dad's last ride to an airport. The driver, not knowing dad's health status, asked if he could say a prayer before we left the driveway. He likes to do that, he told us. Of course/Catherine Johnston, EndNotes. More here.
Question: Does the Passion Week have special meaning to you?
The Tilt-A-Whirl at Riverfront Park started out mellow, just a gentle spin. No problem. Then, the spinning began in earnest. Screaming followed. Not from the mouths of my fellow riders – Reagan, 4, and Abby, 6 – but from me. Foiled again. Last summer, I rode the park’s innocent-looking Berry Go Round and felt queasy for hours afterward. Every amusement-ride season I try once again to recapture the thrills remembered from the Jack Rabbit and Rock-O-Plane rides at the now-defunct Natatorium Park on Spokane’s North Side. As a child, I rode them for hours. Now, it’s once around in the Berry Go Round, and I’m done. I’m not alone/Becky Nappi, SR. More here.
Question: Can you ride the scarier ones at the carnival or Silverwood? Or do you get motion sickness fairly easily?