Sisterly love

Dear Cass,
It is already 3:30 in the morning for me on Holy Thursday. I can't believe that Holy Week is here already, and almost gone. I try to say my rosary at night when I'm in my rack, but I'm so tired that I don't think I even finish the first decade before I'm fast asleep. There is Holy Thursday Mass tonight at 1700, so I'm going to go. I already told my supervisor that I might be late for work. In my opinion, this comes first. Good Friday services are at 1500, so I'll have to get up super early, and Easter Vigil is at 1700 on Saturday… again, probably will be late for work. Easter Sunday Mass is at 0830, and I'll not have gone to bed yet, so I'll be able to attend that as well. It's this week every year that makes me truly miss being home. I haven't attended Tenebrae in five years at least, and haven't sung a reading in eight. Really, just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. You have no idea how much I miss it; it's rather heartbreaking. I keep swallowing the urge to cry, and it's only giving me a headache. Soon, the days will have passed, and I'll have another year to pass until I feel this sorrow again.
I keep thinking about how I need to keep the Blessed Sacrament company tomorrow night (or tonight rather) and that I can't because I have to work. How insignificant this all seems to me when I think of that. I mean, it's not insignificant, but my heart just takes over sometimes, as much as I try to keep it in check. It just doesn't ever want to listen; but I rule it with an iron fist.
I need to go see if I can't stencil one of my nice white spare jerseys (turtleneck, or what have you) so that I have a nice clean flightdeck uniform to wear to the chapel (civilian clothes aren't authorized unless we're in port). What a depressing thought… that I'll be wearing camouflage pants, steeltoe boots and a white turtleneck with my squadron and shop stenciled on it to Holy Week services, and Easter Mass. ='(
Good Night, I miss you.
Love, Dayna
P.s. You could always read my emails to you to mom, since she's having a hard time using her hands to get on the computer.


Dear Dayna Poo,
I know how you feel about Holy Week :( I have class on Thursday and work, so I cant go to Mass. I might just skip work, but I really need the hours you know? It's annoying. I'm sorry you can't dress up for mass, that is sad :( But just think of yourself as a soldier of Christ :) Well I know what you mean about the insignificance, but in the eyse of God it is insignificant when related to the worship of his son, but in relation to the world of course its not insignificant. "Who best/ bear his mild yoke they serve him best. His state/ Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed/ and post o'er land and ocean without rest:/ They also serve who only stand and wait." :)I will try to read some of your emails to mom, but im hardly over there. So yeah. School is crazy right now, getting too close to finals. I had a metaphysics midterm today that i didnt know about -- I walked in and everyone is quiet and writing... Im like ummmm lol... oh well :) I imagine i did alright anyhow :) Keep my in your prayers,
Love, Cassie



Dear Dayna Smayna,
Well I havent much to say lol. Just thought I'd drop a line or two to say hello. Same old same old here. Two weeks of school left. Summer will be good, too bad I'm not independently wealthy. There is a St. Bernard in our office. Big Dog. Little Office. Good times :P. You haven't written in your blog or journal 'sup with that? I haven't done much either in that area. Oh well! So much for my literature ambitions hehe :D Alright, well Im going home.
Au Revoir,
Cass



I'm glad you write, even if it's just a little bit, you know....
It seems to me that it is roughly nine in the morning there... so I'm guessing that you're not yet at school. However, I don't quite remember which days you are taking classes and at which hours. Of course, I could always (and most likely will when I'm done with this) open up the email in which you detailed your schedule (pronounce shed-jewel, lol) and refresh my memory.
I haven't been writing, because work has really been hell for for us lately. I've heard many saying that work wise, this is the worst cruises they've ever been on. I was reflecting yesterday though, that despite all that, I'm rather enjoying this cruise. Guess it helps that I'm one of those freaks that just loves to work. Lol.
Oh and also speaking of writing, I did actually write something the other day, while I was daydreaming after my shift had ended, and I was sitting in the shop avoiding the hour dedicated to cleaning the berthing. Rofl. I will retrieve it and put it in my blog shortly after I send this email.
How I miss you! I am so very lonely out here ='( I have my couple really good friends, Sam and Mike; but Mike is leaving in a couple weeks (not that I see him much anyways, since he works days). And I try to eat midrats and morning chow with Sam, but don't always get to do so since her work schedule and mine don't correspond all that well. I'm the only girl on my shift, the other girl in my shop works days... so going to chow with Sam is what I get in the way of very necessary girl-time, you know?
I have my MP3 player hooked up to the surround sound here in the ready room, and the song currently playing is Paper Bag by Anna Nalick. How I love her music!
Well, I guess I'll write more later.
Que je t'aime avec tout mon coeur!
Daynabo

Day 53

Hmmm, day 53. Not sure if it actually sounds as long as it feels. I stepped foot on dry land a couple days ago, and today is my duty day, and tomorrow, I will go out to town and go shopping! =)
Port is such a relief... mentally, physically, emotionally. We all really needed this! They have been slave driving us. No, really. But I am glad to finally get enough sleep, and will be ready to get back to the daily grind when the time comes.