Sunday morning, 26 February 2017

Yo Phans !! Bill here. Short on time again however there is the slightest of chances for a payday this week so I am thinking YOU are DUE. For an update, lessons on how to live your life and some good old, down to Earth fun, read on Josephine, read on.

Sunday morning, Mass behind and looking ahead. The newest priest to parade thru St Michael’s, a Nigerian or some such, speaks English well enough however his pronunciation (or is it diction ?) is very poor. For example, a responsorial was to ‘give tanks to God.’ I starts to smile & think to self in amusement what does God need tanks for ? More than once so I am thinking this conclusive evidence of a subliminal PLOT of some sort & hidden message to a terrorist cell in the parish.

Then a bit later, same lighter mood lingering, we should believe and have the ‘Fate’ in God or with God's Fate. I am thinking this butchering of Faith is enough. So I let it go & went into a sub-planning mode.

DURING MASS ?

Yes. God understands. It was the Homily. Think of it as half-time or a regular ‘time-out’. Ten (10) minute warning.

So I stopped in at St Michael’s on Friday and had a few words with Father Saul himself. I dropped off some palms for burning to ashes for Ash Wednesday distribution next week as requested and gave him a couple of ideas at no charge. We visited briefly for a few minutes and being ever respectful for his time I left.

Emma reported in from Down Unda. She said it was just a check in and that she had not ‘fallen down’ or dropped off the Earth. I was reading between the lines wondering if humans actually fall up down there ? It just gets way too confusing sometimes.

The Palace at Lavers Hill is now officially on the market. The link is here with nearly 40 photos of the gorgeous vistas and the immaculate b & b facilities. (Emma, the link worked, I looked at it, but for some reason would not open for inclusion here at press time. I tried. WS)

Speaking of Aussies, your correspondent last evening attended a function for a delegation of visitors from Sydney passing thru McK. I expressed interest in FFI with the poc Ms McIntosh at the Tupp’s show earlier in February and she actually followed up with an anticipated email including phone number.

The group hit town Friday she explained in the weeknight call from Ottawa by way of Winnipeg, CA. Anyway, I missed breakfast at Bill Smith’s due to work schedule but the dinner at Harry’s worked out or better into my schedule.

So I got there a little early and having been to Harry’s on a previous occasion, wandered the fringe perusing before joining the group. I did not see or recognize Ms McIn so quickly the uncomfort level rose and I aborted the mission & left the scene before things got revved up. The group did not look particularly appealing or inviting so I convinced myself a phone call to Ms McIn would be a Plan B and we could carry on from there 'next time'.

Ms McIn for all of you that worship the likes of People magazine is a widow, I am (only) THINKING rich and I am developing another ‘plan’ there for when I determine exactly a net worth in $ (US). Could be as early as this week.

You see the final performances of Bertolt Brechts’s Galileo are ending its run at the Undermain Theater & I would like to see this play. Getting a ‘date’ yet again & once again has been problematic. Two (2) strikes at work and a third that would probably go, NO, JUMP at the opportunity, however she is NOT the theater type. If you know what I mean.

I am afraid, no FEAR, that if axed, she would accept and sometime before the evening ended I would literally be AXING her. As into smaller pieces, stuffing her into a suitcase, 55-gallon drum or a dumpster creating an opening at Home Depot.

Ok. Getting to that point where I must dash & move on.

I am thinking a fire this morning. Lots of wood, mostly scraps that would clean & create organizational space in the garage studio, but most importantly create some heat before the sun warms the day.

Upstairs I had 12 crib side and 15 on the upstairs quarterdeck. Brisk with the cold front stalled which is OK. It made the pre-Mass shower a bit unpleasant, only slightly uncomfortable however bearable. Another ‘party’ on the premises would have without question found it ‘too cold’ and issued complaints for heat to staff & management.

Yet again grateful for solitude & the silence. 'It's just like camping ...' My kind of camping or as close as I care to get as my years advance.

Breakfast, breath some sawdust, distribute some paint, God forbid 'clean' the casa battling the random & relapsing ADD before reporting to the big orange box.

Today's image issues proof & documents either ADD or ADHD. If you're truly keeping score at home AND such things matter to you. I am not kidding. This is a problem. I am seeking a 12-step program ...

Or a hot Latina interested in exchanging house cleaning for, for services por favor.

From today’s Mass bulletin, a quote from Mother Teresa. 'We need silence to be able to touch souls.'

Amen.

Carry on.

Later.