They started on Good Friday, at the wrong time (there are usual times and then are wrong ones because they are unusual).
It took me several minutes to remember the Way of the Cross.
Then, this morning, knowing that it was Easter, I heard bells twice -- once at the lake
and once at home, when Doodlebug expressed dismay:
She wasn't too sure about the bells, but me? I love them!
Even when they ring at night, which they did last night.
I wouldn't mind Easter once a week if it's bring on the bells.