Last Sunday of March 2015

Today is Palm Sunday. Another year gone. I took the top picture several years ago. Today I did not take any pictures at the church. But it was pretty impressive again how many people turned up for the Mass. For Easter there are probably going to be even more people at the church.

Yesterday we went by train to Sydney for a matinee at the GRIFFIN THEATRE.

We were lucky that Caroline could meet us again for lunch at the Mad Pizza place were we had been once before. It is quite convenient to go there for the GRIFFIN THEATRE is close by. The play we were to see was CARESS/ACHE by SUZIE MILLER.

Before the start of the performance we had some time to sit in a little park area near the theatre. Here I have the play’s program in my hand. This play shows quite a few problems that people in our society can come up with. The actors were very good as it turned out, showing so much heartache.
There really was not much joy in the lives of the characters on stage.

But back to the little park where Peter took some pictures with his tablet.

These regulations apply to this little park.

Palm Sunday

The following is a copy of what I wrote last year about Palm Sunday. Tomorrow is going to be another Palm Sunday. I can’t believe how quickly one year has passed!

“Palm Sunday morning was a glorious morning for me. A few minutes after seven o’clock, when the sun had just started coming up a bit, I slowly walked to the church carrying my piece of palm which Peter had cut off for me from our palm tree. I arrived at 7,30. People were already walking towards an outside table where the priest started blessing the palms. After a few minutes everyone assembled in the church for the Palm Sunday mass.

During mass the passion of our Lord Jesus Christ according to Luke was read. Some parts were read by a narrator, then there were other parts being read by a different person; in bold types was printed out on the overhead screen what the crowd (the congregation) had to read, and Father read the part of Jesus.

Towards the end Jesus said: Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.
And the narrator said: With these words he breathed his last.”

I wrote last year in response to one comment: “We have a priest who’s always coming up with new ideas how to beautify the church and its surrounds. His enthusiasm is uplifting. On Good Friday there were Hot-cross buns for everyone who participated in walking to the fourteen Stations. I had asked Peter to come and pick me up. This is why I could not stay for refreshments. And further on I did not make it to go to Saturday’s Vigil. We had visitors. Somehow I also did not make it to go to Easter Sunday Morning Mass. It was a lovely Easter anyway. I like it when we have visitors.”

Well, this was last year. This year Palm Sunday is on the 13th of April and Easter Sunday is not till tge 20th of April. We are very lucky that this year too we are going to have visitors again staying with us over the Easter holidays. I am very much looking forward to this. Nobody in my family is Catholic. That means I ought to make an effort to go to church by myself.

Bulli Beach

Here I go again. Since I can upload pictures again I cannot resist uploading some more of Palm Sunday’s Bulli Beach pictures.

We had coffee and cake and some cooled tapwater. It was a perfect outing on a beautiful day.

Bulli Beach Pictures

Finally I was able to upload this picture which I took last Sunday (Palm Sunday) at Bulli Beach.
Thank you WordPress for advising me to try again. I think with the rest of the pictures I have to wait because there’s a major delay again.

Sunday at Bulli Beach

Last Sunday, which was Palm Sunday, the weather was perfect for the beach. I’m glad we decided to go there.

We have a number of beaches to choose from in our area. I said to Peter: “Let’s go to Bulli Beach. We can have a cup of coffee there.” Peter agreed.

The day before, on Saturday, I had felt really awful because of a gum infection. I went to see a doctor who prescribed for me some antibiotics. So on Sunday I felt already very much better. I had been able to walk to the church early in the morning for the 7,30 Palm Sunday Mass. I encouraged Peter to do his running while I was at church. I insisted I was all right walking. Still, it was good he could drive me home then after Mass.

Soon after lunch on Sunday we took off for our twenty minute drive to the beach. The weather was still perfect. We parked near the Bulli Beach Tourist Park. I thought: Wouldn’t it be good to stay there for a few days! Our stay in one of the cabins at the Tourist Park in October of 2010 is still vivid in my memory. We had contemplated then that we would do this again soon. It seems, so far we just haven’t been able to make time for it!

Anyhow, we enjoyed our afternoon session at the beach on that Sunday before Easter. We strolled around, taking pictures here and there. In some of the pictures you can see a perfectly blue sky over the beach and the ocean. Where the life-savers were there were still quite a few people enjoying the water. But where we were the beach looked pretty deserted.

I made it as far as the edge of the beach sitting down in the sand. There was hardly any breeze. It was probably a bit under thirty degrees Celsius. Just perfect! Peter didn’t feel like going right into the water. But he took his shoes off and tried out the water with his toes. He told me the water felt quite warm at this time of the year.

Then a bit later we had our coffee at the Tourist Park Cafe. We even had a bit of cake to go with it.

PALM SUNDAY

Palm Sunday morning was a glorious morning for me. A few minutes after seven o’clock, when the sun had just started coming up a bit, I slowly walked to the church carrying my piece of palm which Peter had cut off for me from our palm tree. I arrived at 7,30. People were already walking towards an outside table where the priest started blessing the palms. After a few minutes everyone assembled in the church for the Palm Sunday mass.

Towards the end Jesus said: Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.
And the narrator said: With these words he breathed his last.