The Shrine commemorates the appearance of the Blessed Mother to three Portuguese peasant children in 1917. During a series of visits, the Blessed Mother revealed three secrets to the children and implored the faithful to pray the rosary every day.
Anyhoo, the Shrine has gotten mighty shabby since the last time I went. It's under construction to improve it, but in the meantime it's a very uncomfortable place. It was hovering around 90 degrees in the church and we were tempted to leave, but we made it through the mass. We then proceed to the gift shop where the lady in charge told us that she was closing. I kind of begged my way in because my aunt really wanted to stock up on green scapulars to hand out to people in need. I can't figure out why the store couldn't stay open a little later, especially considering that half a dozen people who were leaving mass were turned away from the store. If only I were in charge of the world!
I rounded out my weekend with a lot of deep cleaning. I rolled up all of the area rugs because I'm tired of being held hostage to Little Frida's unreliable bladder. This old quilt needed to be washed. As I took it out of the washing machine I remembered that I had considered line drying some of my laundry this summer. I love the smell and and the texture of line-dried fabric, so it's a resolution I think I can keep.