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02/24/2004: "Shriven"

It is the last day of the season, liturgically speaking, and the wet, pathetic snow that's falling is a lot like the last gasp of the season of weather. But it's too early for that to be true. I am in a lenten mood, I guess, but all seasons for me seem to be seasons of advent as well, forward-looking rather than present-dwelling. The big set-up for rummage will happen, if all goes according to schedule, on Maundy Thursday, with donations to start Easter Saturday. Forty days, if you don't count every one, and all the seasons of preparation coincide.