Saturday of the Second Week of Lent: 6:30 AM

 Imagine observing Lent in Kent.

Today: Brazil, Torsby and Gladstone.

Friday Mass

 Before the Mass, I prayed the stations of the Cross.  Above is the third station in Staug.

I then joined in the praying of the Rosary: the sorrowful messages.

The Mass didn’t have a homily which was too bad because I wanted to hear Father Oliver’s take on the day’s readings.

I sat closer to the front than I am wont to do.

I then went home.  From a high to a low. 

Toronto.

Beijing.

Friday of the Second Week of Lent: 10:16 AM

 It snowed overnight.  Not enough to shovel. I used my broom.

There was enough to leave shoe prints.  Mom noticed that someone had walked through our yard in the morning.  I investigated.  There was no sign that they tried to get into the garage.  They might have tried to get into a shed.  But who knows.

Xinjiang

Torsby

Thursday of the Second Week of Lent: 10:59 AM

 A dull and cold day.  Numbing in cold-inducing and ennui-inducing ways.  I have prayed my Rosary, done most of my daily readings, and planned vaguely for my classes till Saturday. Teaching from 6:00 AM to 8:30 PM, I am.

Moldova

Maple Ridge

Istanbul

Fredericton

Toronto

Wednesday of the Second Week of Lent

 Minus 13 or so out there.

Yesterday afternoon after having coffee with this guy:

I drove the KIA Sportage here;

It’s on Brandon’s North Hill.  Hanbury hill I think it is called.

I have been hired to be a sub teacher in the Brandon School Division.  I’m currently in the onboarding process.  I’m waiting on some documents.

I am reading differing opinions on whether Trump’s decision to attack Iran is justified: all from opinion makers I like. All I can do is hope that this conflict can end quickly, and the commentators who doubt the wisdom of the attack while at the same time hoping they are wrong are proven wrong.  It does seem a lot like the attack on Iraq in some ways.

Tuesday of the Second Week of Lent

 Went to my two favorite places in Brandon.

I bought a book about the pitfalls of Spanish and a book by Sir Alec Guinness.

I then went to Saint Augustine’s to pray the stations of the cross. I had the place to myself.

Monday of the Second Week of Lent: 6:27 AM

 The morning before 7:30 AM is my favorite time of the day.  I love its silence , I can think and pray, I can be productive, and no one can put me in a bad mood.

Trump agreed to the attack on Iran.  It is, for me, the most problematic decision he has made.  I had been lead to believe that he wasn’t going to do this sort of thing. Listening to both sides; that is, to those opposed and for the attack, I don’t know which side is right.  All I can hope now is that this war ends quickly and decisively.  If it doesn’t, the world will be in an even more dire state than it is now, and the good that Trump has done will have amounted to nothing,

Souris Brandon Hills

 Tony drive to Souris and back.

We walked on the Souris Swinging Bridge.  I walked on the frozen river below it.

From Souris, we drove to the Brandon Hills.

Sunday Mass

 

Presided by Father Oliver.  In his homily, he said something about the transfiguration that I found inciteful. After it occurred, the witnesses and Jesus had to go down to Earth and deal with its business.  That’s what it’s like for me when I leave Mass.

I sat at the pillar seat.

Where I had a view of the tenth station.

Second Sunday of Lent: 6:57 AM

 Minus 27 outside.

I’ll go to 9:00 AM Mass.