Today is a holy day in the Roman Catholic church, and if I recall correctly, a day off from school!
And tomorrow is the feast of St. Blaise, a minor saint. On this day, we had to go to church to get our throats blessed. (No, really. I wonder if they still do that?) The priest had this contraption made out of candles that looked like half of a small steering wheel and he’d aim it at your throat. Once in place, he’d pronounce the blessing.
The whole thing made me tense and always struck me as vaguely threatening. I never trusted authority figures, and I haven’t changed much.