Monday of the Third Week of Lent: 9:45 AM

 Busy morning so far.

China.

Torsby

Overnight snow to shovel, but thankfully not much.

Drive Tony to School.

Make a Bank Deposit.

Now. BSD Paperwork.

Later:

Maple Ridge.

Saudi Arabia (maybe)

Toronto and maybe China again.

Shilo

 Tony wanted to drive so we went to Shilo.

We took Victoria Avenue East,

The Artillery Museum was closed.

Shilo was bigger than I remembered it,

We drove through Chater.

Chater consisted of nothing but houses.  No landmarks to speak of.

We took the low road to and from Shilo,

Putting the Clock ahead an hour

 I wish they wouldn’t bother with this putting the clock back or ahead, as it were, during, the year. In China, they never did this, and I never was I homesick for it.

This morning, I forgot about the clock being put forward. My iPhone woke me up, I had an online class, and then I got ready to go to the 9:00 AM Mass.  I got into the car and saw that the car clock said it was 7:15 AM.  I had to think about this for a few seconds, and it dawned on me that clocks had been changed.  After still a few more seconds, I also realized that I wasn’t late for Mass because the clocks had been put ahead an hour.

9:00 AM Mass: First Scrutiny

 I sat in the reserved pews at the front with my RCIA group as well as our sponsors for the first of three scrutinies we must do before being baptized (or conditionally baptized in my case). It is part of the process of getting into communion with the Catholic Church.

In the first scrutiny, we were to ponder the story of Jesus and the Samaritan woman at the well.  Jesus told the woman of the living water.  To be honest, I couldn’t give the meaning of the living water —  the story baffled me.  Was the living water, the Holy Ghost?  But then, Father John in his homily emphasized the fact that the woman upon hearing what Jesus had to tell her, forgot about her duty at that moment:  getting water from the well, and ran back to her village to tell others of the good news.  She forgot all about her pitcher.  It is in that detail, that I get meaning from the story.  With Jesus, one doesn’t have to get so tied up in the mundane of the day to day.

Third Sunday of Lent: 7:53 AM

 Beautiful sunrise.

Gladstone

I walked around Gladstone, aka Happy Rock, and took these photos.

I had to record the slush;

Everyone is glad to be stoned in Happy Rick.

 

To Gladstone and Back

 Highway 10 North.

Highway 16 East.

Highway 16 East.

Highway 34 South.

Highway 34 South.

Look who’s driving!

Number 1 West.

Number 1 West.

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