Cheesefare Sunday in the Ukrainian Catholic Church, the last stop before Great Lent tomorrow. Low Divine Liturgy (Mass) as the cantor was absent: no singing nor incense, and at such Liturgies everything here is in English. The priest started his sermon with something from the Ukrainian archdiocese for Forgiveness Sunday, which is what today traditionally is in Byzantine Rite (Orthodox) monasteries (Forgiveness Vespers in some parishes is new): this was a new mini-service a bit Novus Ordo-ey but true. Went to Communion. The weekly coffee hour afterwards. Bought a box of parish-made pierogi. Got advice about my car (new springs?) and social history: in the '50s the original parish that this one came from had something like four Masses on Sunday with one High Mass, like the traditional Roman Rite. (Natively the Byzantine Rite doesn't have low Liturgies or more than one Liturgy a day on an altar.) After that, at the market I stocked up on tasty seasonal food for today (Polish pączki, "poonchkey"; my supermarket in ethnic and Catholic Delaware County sells them) and fasting foods both for Monday (Byzantine Rite) and Wednesday (Roman Rite, the one I'm canonically obligated to). Even went interfaith when I found hamantaschen for Purim. Ukrainian and Ruthenian Catholic Lenten rules for eating are almost like modern Roman Rite rules except they keep the Orthodox rule against dairy on Clean Monday and Good Friday, and like the Orthodox they don't say anything about the quantity of food on a fast day.
Impious but honest statement: if I last only 10 more years I won't have to worry about abstinence from meat and Lenten fasting anymore. Woo hoo!