Good Friday 21 March 2008
Morale and energy was not good in the morning so I went back to bed for another while after breakfast. Rosanna and Aisling went down to Greenore to see Og’s house which Aisling had not seen till then. "It’s alright," she said when I asked her later how she liked it, "the garden is nice." "I have no garden," she said. Jandering, I said to Aisling in the afternoon (when my confidence had been restored after the 3.00 p.m. liturgy in the church), "She was trying to pretend to Dellamar last night that everything is hunky-dory." Rosanna was slightly apoplectic, I think, and she muttered with authority, severity and intent, "I’ll deal with you!" The celebration of The Lord’s Passion went well in the church. Brian Glynn read St. John’s account fluently, articulately, quietly, without undue emphasis and without any mistake. The congregation voiced some of the dialogue such as "crucify him, crucify him" and I got a sense of participation abroad. The choir sang two hymns at the veneration of the cross
1. Were You There?
2. The Old Rugged Cross.
I sang the opening bars of 1 as I walked back from kissing the cross. Ann Murphy started before all the choir was in place – some of us were delayed because of the "Ambrose" effect i.e. people getting up before the choir were done. The same thing happened at communion too to a lesser extent.
The choir also sang two hymns at communion
1. Soul of My Saviour
2. God of Mercy and Compassion.
Aisling left for Dublin around 6.00 p.m. as far as I can remember. Although I was slightly euphoric after the ceremonies because they went exceptionally well I became restless and uneasy later in the evening and washed my teeth and did 200 bicycling exercises before bed around 10.30 p.m. Soon after that I woke from my sleep to hear Rosanna in her room on her mobile to Aisling. There had been, I gathered, some kind of incident with Aisling’s car. Aisling was afraid staying on her own for the night I gathered, too. Rosanna said something about Sean Og? Anyway the effect on me was to fill me with horror/terror and my sleep was colored all night by the lonely impression I got. Gerry Woods came into the seat beside me and I asked him if he wanted to move "inside" which he did. I did not sing at full throttle – all to better effect? Fr. Padraig Murphy, the celebrant, has an excellent singing voice. I observed the "fast" eating only a cheese sandwich during the day and in the late afternoon some pizza and garlic bread. I ate honey nut corn flakes and milk for supper. In the morning I had weetabix and milk. Really what I had was four collations – I had no principal meal – and no meat. Naturally I drank a good sup of coffee and, perhaps, a mug of tea.