Opinion

Yesterday was an off day to hanging around the homestead and doing chores. We took a ride to Marden's in Sanborn, Maine, just because. Between the cold and the snow and the ice here in NH we decided we needed a break. No, not down south type of a winter break, just getting out of the house a pickup a few things. I brought my stand-up walker which enable's me to get around pretty easy, although by the time we arrived home my legs were pretty cooked. Still, it was a great day, capped off by late lunch at Lord's Clam Box, one of favorite places for eating out. The food agrees with Helen, so that's where we go. 

If you've never been to Marden's ("I should have bought it when I saw it!"), I can only describe it as a Ocean State Job Lot kind of place, only with tons more clothes, a giant section of fabric, etc, tools food, you name it. And cheaper in price than Ocean State. I ended up with a hat, a shoehorn, a shirt, tiebacks, a new blade for the chop saw and I can't remember what else. A good day of shopping.

And so not to miss the elephant in the room, I'll keep this brief. The SSPX should consecrate the bishops, according to plan, come what may. As far as I'm concerned, The Society won't be and never has been, in formal schism. How can these heretics in Rome, proclaim that anyone could be in schism, when they themselves are in schism? Nevertheless, if the 'Pope' does declare them to be in schism unfortunately I believe the Society will lose some priests and seminarians, although I don't really know where they will go. It's a sad situation, but this has been coming to a head for many years and as far as I'm concerned, the Papacy is in the wrong and always has been. 

St. John Vianney and St. Pope Pius X, pray for all involved!

Listening...

 Some things I think I know, but getting caught up in the excitement of a New Hampshire winter, (shoveling, snow blowing, feeding the wood stove), I tend to forget things. In light of this, let me explain. Helen and I enjoy most of the Winter Olympics sports. The opening and closing ceremonies, forget about them, generally. So, we've had the tv on during the day, something we rarely ever do, just to watch the Olympics. And you tend to get into the mindset of the time, Olympic Time, so to speak. Where am I going with this? I'm thinking that I'd sort of forgotten how easily the media can manipulate us, get us to watch and think about just what it deems important. Kidnappings, sports, etc. Today, I remembered that there is still a war going on in Ukraine. The Russians are still bad (hardly any Russians competing) and the Israelis are still doing shady things in Palestine, but nobody hears about them lately, not unless one looks hard. That's why today I took to heart the Wednesday's reading, on how God has slowly revealed Himself to us, first to Adam and Eve, then to Noah, Abraham and Moses, then to all the prophets. Only little by little does He reveal himself to men, and only by His Son. I'm paraphrasing this a bit, Fr. Troadaec does a much better job explaining this. What was brought back to my light, through the fog of tv/media hustle, is that Our Lord is the only one we really must listen to, in reading, prayer and through the sacraments. 

I'll continue to watch the Olympics, but with some sacred reading and my Rosary close by. Oh, Our Lady of Lourdes, intercede and pray for us!

Precautionary snow removal.

 Last fall Helen and I (mostly Helen, if truth be told), built a small, roofed area back behind the garage. Helen kept it pretty simple so consequently the pitch of the roof was just slanted enough for the rain to run off but flat enough for Helen to get up there to shingle it. This roofed area has come in handy, housing all sorts of stuff that last year may have spent the winter 'outdoors'. Well, I looked at it the other day now after a few snowstorms, and there was at least a foot of snow on it. Ugh. I thought about breaking out the roof rake, but I knew I'd never get away with slipping over there and pulling at least some of the snow down without getting a stern and perhaps vocal "What the heck are you doing??" from those involved. Well today, I found my chance. Helen was off to Ten-Hut, The Dollar General, the air temp was a balmy 27° and I felt pretty strong. I had to shovel my way just to get in front of the roofed area, but then I was able to get about 3/4 of the deep snow off the roof. This is because we have an Alberta Clipper sailing through tonight (4-6'') and I just wanted the roof to make it through this winter. Done and back in here in front of the keyboard, without getting caught, giving you my exploits. All good. 

St. Scholastica, pray for us!

(Pics below of last Fall's action). 

More Lenten reading.

 Helen is reading this for Lent. She started it now and it is very powerful, in the lines of The Liturgical Year. Father holds nothing back in his instruction. Well worth the read. 

For us, we had Monday morning Mass, something we haven't had in a while, on the feast of St. Cyril of Alexandria. Eight o' clock morning Mass is not easy for me to do, even getting up at 4:30. I complain because we don't have daily mass, then when we do, I sometimes grumble.

Go figure.

First Saturday

 At the beginning of this year Helen and I decided to try to make the 5 First Saturday Masses. For us, this is not an easy task. We usually go to the SSPX entirely, and living up here in NH means that unless our priest is spending the weekend here, Mass on Saturday is out of the question. St. Joseph's Oratory in Portland only offers Sunday Mass and the Fraternity is located in Nashua, which is 1 1/2 hours away. Fr. Hewko and the Marian Corps is over an hour away, plus he's a sedavacantist and a Society Basher, so we stay clear of him. That leaves us with finding the best Novus Ordo parish around, which for us is Holy 
Rosary in Rochester. Fr. Gilbert, on First Saturday, does a full-blown Mass, with all the bells and whistles, including Benediction. It was a good alternative for us. Two months in a row, and with snow falling this morning. And a bonus, confession after. It's obviously not the best situation, but it worked out well. You can tell Fr. Gilbert has a great love for Our Holy Mother. 

Stay warm, everyone, another cold blow is about to arrive. 

St. Romuald, pray for us!

 

The life I deserve (one way or another...)

 Went out this morning to bring in wood for the stove, with the thought in mind that this is exactly what I'm supposed to be doing today. Our state in life dictates what we do, how we do it and when. The thought of our state of life has come up in my readings again and this time, after so many times perhaps the thought has taken a small root. I'm seeing our state in life as a small anchor, not as a way of holding us in one place but as a binding force, something that prevents us from wandering too far from our purpose. It also helps me to remember my limitations, which I've acquired many of. I try to do good with what I've got, at this point. And for now, in the cold of NH, when it's time to bring in more wood I try to do it cheerfully, and without hesitation. Spiritual reading, helping Helen and the family where I can, bringing out the dog and bringing in wood. 

The life I've been given and surely deserve, one way or the other. 

Bossuet

This will be my Lenten, reading, again. I always read Praying with the Saints, Angelus Press. Right now, its Winter. Fr. Troadec is very good at giving one a nice history of each Saint in a page and a half, with good meditations to go along with it. Bishop Bossuet is different, more of an intellectual hard hitter from the 17th century. Always a good change for me. 

Have been meditating on the coming clash between the SSPX and Rome. The first unsettling part for me is that the Pope himself will not meet with Fr. Pagliarani. Why, one wonders? Perhaps the Vatican just can't come to grips with the head of the Society shaking hands with the Holy Father? Would the ramifications be just too much in that single photo shoot? Time will tell, even though I have a feeling this meeting with The Tucho will never take place. Just sayin'...