Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Valley of the Moon
Thursday, March 13, 2008
New Invention To Make Housework Easier
I began with the first stage--an empty tall box that held Pepsi cans. I was on the right track but it wasn't tall enough to reach the cord. No problem--I'll just add another box. That was too wobbly so I inserted a cookie sheet on top of the Pepsi box for stability--Voila! That worked.
Now for the guts of the system: a tall cup filled with my favorite cleaning solution--Cascade in hot water! After getting it all balanced I then coiled the drawstrings into the liquid. In about one hour I checked how it was coming--the water was dark grey and the cords were all white and clean! Empty out the dirty water, replace with clean water, and soak cords a bit longer.
I pass this along so all my Faithful Readers can build their own Miniblinds Drawstring Cleaning System before the patent application is final. But just remember--you heard about it here first.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Church as Penance
It is Lent. And the abuse of the Faithful continues. I remembered a church only 45 minutes away that had a long tradition of having a noontime mass during Lent. After 2 weeks of wonderful rest I had some extra energy so I drove to my old haunts. I had forgotten the extent of liturgical undermining in this diocese.
Upon entering the beautiful, stately old Church I automatically reached towards the holy water font to bless myself--ROADBLOCK!!! NO HOLY WATER!
Some misguided(giving the benefit of the doubt)Hall Monitor had removed the Holy Water and put a high-tone fan-folded dinner napkin in every font. I suppose I should appreciate that at least the napkin was purple (this same parish insists on using blue for Advent). I suppose I should be thankful that the trendy sand of some years ago was gone. But still.....I was illegally denied my right as a Catholic to the comfort and benefit of blessing myself with Holy Water.
http://wdtprs.com/blog/2008/03/empty-holy-water-fonts-during-lent-grrrrrr/
Perhaps the five week absence from the abuse of the local manifestation of the Catholic Church in this area had softened me up. I didn't feel anger--only extreme sadness. Perhaps I need to upgrade my full panoply so the vulnerable areas aren't so vulnerable. One grows weary of the continuous beating down of the faithful who put up with so much and ask so little.
Oh yes--this church doesn't have the lenten noontime mass anymore.
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In case you didn't read the entire article posted on the link above, here's the proper practice concerning sacramentals--and Holy Water is a sacramental--during Lent.
Prot. N. 569/00/L
March 14, 2000
Dear Father:
This Congregation for Divine Worship has received your letter sent by fax in which you ask whether it is in accord with liturgical law to remove the Holy Water from the fonts for the duration of the season of Lent.
This Dicastery is able to respond that the removing of Holy Water from the fonts during the season of Lent is not permitted, in particular, for two reasons:
1. The liturgical legislation in force does not foresee this innovation, which in addition to being praeter legem is contrary to a balanced understanding of the season of Lent, which though truly being a season of penance, is also a season rich in the symbolism of water and baptism, constantly evoked in liturgical texts.
2. The encouragement of the Church that the faithful avail themselves frequently of the [sic] of her sacraments and sacramentals is to be understood to apply also to the season of Lent. The "fast" and "abstinence" which the faithful embrace in this season does not extend to abstaining from the sacraments or sacramentals of the Church.
The practice of the Church has been to empty the Holy Water fonts on the days of the Sacred Triduum in preparation of the blessing of the water at the Easter Vigil, and it corresponds to those days on which the Eucharist is not celebrated (i.e., Good Friday and Holy Saturday).
Hoping that this resolves the question and with every good wish and kind regard, I am, Sincerely yours in Christ, [signed] Mons. Mario Marini [Now the Adjunct Secretary of the Pontifical Commission Ecclesia Dei] Undersecretary
Friday, March 7, 2008
A HALL MONITOR Finds the Secret Hide Out
I have returned with Byrdie to the secret swimming hole down at the creek about 5 times. I should have known that one of the SeniorLand HALL MONITORS would show up and try to steal my joy.
I was up on the sidewalk and Byrdie was down in the creek madly looking for her lost tennis ball. An army of squirrels could have run over her and she would not have been deterred from her search! Remember, the creek is about 15' down a steep embankment and not even visible from the walking path unless one goes off the path into the leaves and peers through brambles, branches and leaves. But along comes this woman with two dogs on leashes. She stopped a good 47' from where I was waiting for Byrdie to give up her search and begins to harangue me about leash laws, my dog was OFF the leash, she was not GOING TO MOVE ONE STEP until I leashed my dog and other intemperate mouthings off.
At first I just stared at her--was she for real? But, alas, she was. Dear Readers, what happened next is not pretty so if you need to check your email I will understand. I remind you that I had already had my ugly encounter with the HOA HALL MONITOR over the legal status of the gardeners so I was not in the mood for anymore of this bossiness. I resorted to phony astonishment over my dog not being on a leash. Then I boomed at her as loudly as I could, "Are you planning on throwing my dog's ASS IN JAIL????" This took her quite aback but her inner nastiness triumphed over her temporary startle at having been confronted. Giving as good(I thought 'better') than I got, this verbal sparring went on for a few minutes until the HALL MONITOR called me an "idiot" and stomped off--apparently overcoming her threat not to move until I had leashed my dog.
Fortunately, Byrdie remained oblivious to this woman's inanities and never did clamber up the embankment. Unfortunately, my own excellent verbal abilities probably would have me removed from the books of Junior League had anyone been taking notes.
However, on the way home from the creek, I spotted this bumper sticker. I rejoice! There are others here like me!
I will not let anyone take away the fun of this magical spot. Here, for your viewing pleasure, are more pics of the swimming hole.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
The Secret Swimming Hole
I remember the special attraction of "secret hideouts" from childhood. For me, those special places were an olive tree where I could get onto the garage roof and be out of sight of the parents while still having a view over the rest of the neighborhood; a little trail that twisted through high grass in an empty lot and came out at the remains of an old chimney of a long-abandoned house; a window we could open and squeeze through into an old basement apartment; old "jack rabbit" houses out on the desert that marked someone's homesteading Mojave acreage.
SeniorLand is in Sonoma County--surely one of the country's most beautiful spots. I was walking Byrdie and Talus along a path that runs on the banks of a small, running stream about 15 feet below. The trees hang over the creek, there are little waterfalls and the big boulders are green with moss. Most of the year the creek is dry but after a rainy winter like the one we just had, the water is flowing and making delightful water sounds.
Byrdie loves to swim so I was especially excited to find a spot where I could slide down the leaves on the embankment to the water. At the base of one of the old oaks was a genuine swimming hole--deep enough for her to have to swim to get across it. The joy watching her chase the ball into the water and swim around in the pooled hole was so much like the best times of childhood! I can sit on the edge of the creek and delight in the sunbeams pouring down through the high trees, smell the bay leaves and listen to all the wonderful gurgling sounds the little creek makes. (Talus, being the whiney little poodle he is has to stay in the car when I visit my secret hideout.) And, of course, Byrdie provides the comic entertainment by trying to hold the ball under water, batting at it, losing it and then madly searching for it. She will bring me the ball and toss it up from the water practically into my lap.
The "secret hideout" part comes in when I hear the occasional walker going by high above me. They can't see me because the creek is quite a ways down and not many of the Seniors are going to risk the trek down to the bottom of the creek bed. I feel like a little kid again--hiding out in the tall grass and tree roots, just being quiet until they have passed. I don't want anyone to disturb the magical spot I've found!
Saturday, March 1, 2008
MamaToc and the Time of Harassment
DEFINITELY NOT WHERE SENIORLAND IS LOCATED!
NOT HERE EITHER!