Where are my slippers?

What’s that expression?  “Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning”?

It’s not like we’ve had a blustery “Sou-Easter” come through,  but the temperature hasn’t risen much above 9°C lately.  Today is no exception.  That brief snippet this morning has been the extent of the sun.  We’ve been spoiled,  but not anymore.

 

I didn’t seem to find a couple spare minutes and the motivation yesterday to say much.  The lack of motivation can sometimes be the deciding factor I’m afraid since really,  there are always spare minutes.

 

I didn’t feel like it.

There.

 

 

As is the case with many a visitor,  we took Nan to a service at Augustinerkirche yesterday.   Knowing full well that seats are hard to come by if you get there late,  I think we headed out at around 10:00 a.m. for the 11:00 a.m. mass,  but then didn’t get back home until something like 2:00 p.m.   We didn’t dilly dally in Starbucks this time either.  We were in Church the whole time, since it was a bit of a special occasion.  The parish was getting a new priest.   So I think the whole thing went from 11:00 until 1:30?  Must have. 

We’re so clued out about these things it’s not funny,  and it’s a good thing none of us were having any bladder issues,  since it was a bit of a long winded affair.   The chap who took over, one Matthias Schlögl,  has been at this church for some 20 years,  the last eight of which as a deacon,  and now he’ll be running the show.

If you’re not at all familiar with the way a Catholic Mass starts out,  the priest(s) usually come in from outside the main part of the church and comes up to the front after first swinging around behind the congregation.  On this occasion though, as the group of priests, deacons and alter boys (or whatever those dudes are)  got to the main entrance of the church,  they briefly stopped,  gathered around the new guy, and after saying a few words which I could barely make out,  handed over the keys to the church..  (the only part I understood, OK?)

 

 

After they make their way up to the front,  there’s another part of the service when he basically says he’s gonna lead the flock in the right direction.  (my translation is a little loosey-goosy there,  but that’s the gist of it.)

After all that,  and after a whole bunch of really top notch music,  he gave a little speech at the end that sounded to me an awful lot like one of those, “I'd like to thank the Academy” type speeches,  since he was naming everyone from his parents,  to old professors,  to the other priests who had come in from as far away as Stuttgart (Germany).   By then I was just about ready to bolt,  since we had been enjoying the oh so comfortable pews for quite long enough by that point. 

 

I just happened to have a camera along….

 

There are documents to be signed,  both by the new priest and then the bishop.

The bishop had taken off his little red mitre,  but that’s him.  (below)

Then when it’s all said and done,  the new guy gets to sit in the MIDDLE chair,  at the back there,  since he’s in charge now. 

 

Something like that.

 

I’m sure I could have taken more pictures,  but it’s not really the best situation for that kind of thing.  They did have their own photographer though.  I thought that was interesting.  But then again,  the church has it’s own website,  and there’s not much point in having a website without pictures.  (it’s in German,  just so you know)

If you’re brave enough to go there,  there is a photo gallery.  Knock yourself out.

 

Hope everyone north of the 49th survived the onslaught of turkey.   We sort of gave that whole scene a pass this year, since we once again went to dinner at Plachutta last night, and today is a normal work day for the always working Travelling Companion. 

Seriously,  she needs another vacation,  but I’d best not go there.

 

Thanks for stopping by.

 

 

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