I lied to you.
I did not – and can not – give up politics for Lent.
In fact, I didn’t even try!
I did, however, manage to get my honey to – for the first time in his Catholic life – give up something. And, boy was that fun!
He pondered, put off, and pondered some more.
“I could give up bread,” he proudly exclaimed.
“Would that include pizza? Sandwiches? Snacks??”
“Oh, yea – that would never work!”
“I could give up cheese!”
(insert incredulous look here)
“You’re right. I’d die!”
“Then, sweets. It has to be sweets!”
And, so it is.
In an incredible twist of irony, the following morning there were FIVE leftover cornetti from Il Cedro’s breakfast rush.
“God has a cruel sense of humor…” was all he could say, as he shared the wealth of chocolaty goodness with the construction workers…twice!
I, on the other hand, am giving something this year, rather than giving something up. Each day, I will do at least one nice thing for someone else. I have also decided, and this is not to reduce inspection by those around me, that, when possible, I will not tell the person I have done something nice for them. This is a self-monitored Lenten sacrifice. No check-ups, please!