And then I wrote...

... some day-after-Easter thoughts.
Churches were crowded Easter Sunday. And the crowd, from my observation, was different. There were more dressed-up people than can be seen in a month of Sundays.
I did not notice any Easter bonnets, but there were more dresses and skirts and dress slacks than at any other Sunday of the year. Christmas also draws huge crowds of better dressed folks, but the weather at that time of the year is not as favorable for dressing well.
Absent for the most part were the more customary blue jeans and cargo pants, and, summer time, shorts.
My Catholic grandmother used to preach that if you went to mass wearing the same clothes you wore at work or at play, it was a slap in God’s face.
There was a time, and there may still be places, where such sloppy dress was discouraged from pulpits. These days, when organized religion appears to be losing membership, I suspect clergy would sooner have ill-dressed folks in the pews than fewer attendees.
Same with young children, I’m guessing. I suspect churches will tolerate poorly behaving children rather than have parents stay home with the kids.
My sometimes snarky mind can’t help itself.
I heard a clip from First Lady Michelle Obama speaking at the annual Easter egg roll on the White House lawn.
Among her comments was one to the effect that children should be provided only with healthy snacks. Which sounds good. But with the huge outlay for food stamps and the huge number of unemployed persons, even less healthy snacks might be preferred to no or little food. Into my mind popped the alleged comments of one Marie Antoinette, who, when informed that the French peasants had no bread, said “then let them eat cake.’’ Michelle, well aware of the food problem for poor folks, was essentially saying “but don’t let them eat cake!”
No offense intended toward the President’s wife. I have seen her interviewed in a number of situations, and have been impressed by her commonality, something he lacks. I would much prefer to listen to her than to her husband.
Which brings to mind the short review attributed to a critic after witnessing a performance by a husband-wife team: Loved her; hated him!
Overheard a story which was intended to prove that members of the national media never seem to ask the right questions. Seems this guy reported coming out of a restaurant where he went for French toast every morning, only to witness a shooting. He said bullets were flying everywhere, and one guy was killed near him and another injured. He said he saw three guys get into a getaway car and speed from the scene.
The reporter shoved a microphone in his face and asked him: “Did you say you eat French toast for breakfast every morning?”