I’m Puzzled

So tonight Jane and I went out on a date, and parked our car in this one particular parking garage downtown. It’s your basic simple multi-level parking garage: a spiral from bottom to top with two-way traffic going up and down in the middle and a row of parking places on either side. Because you have to go out exactly the reverse of how you came in, all of the parking places are perpendicular rather than oblique.

Usually this particular garage is fairly quiet, especially since the movie theater next door closed. Tonight it was quite busy, and we were stuck in a line of cars going up. Usually this means that some joker is waiting for a car to pull out and blocking traffic in the meantime. This time it was something different, something I’d never seen before in this kind of garage: the cars were waiting for some joker to finish backing into his parking space.

And then, once that car was settled and we could all move further in and further up, we noticed that there were lots of cars that had backed into their spots. I’d never noticed any before, and now, tonight, there were lots of them. (I counted eight just walking down one aisle.)

I’ve often seen cars parked facing out in lots where there are multiple rows of perpendicular parking on one level, especially when you can head in to a spot and then continue across the line so that you’re facing out in the next aisle over. But I can’t recall ever having seen it before in this kind of garage. Jane agrees; we’d never noticed anyone doing this before, and suddenly tonight a whole lot of people were doing it.

Is this like the new cool thing? Does somebody on a popular TV show make a habit of parking facing out?

I’m puzzled.

Has anybody else noticed anything like this? Or have we simply been unobservant?

Whew!

OK, it’s not so bad. We’re not starting construction for three weeks, not two. (Long sigh of relief.) I mean, that’s 50% more time before my world gets turned upside down.

Aaaaaaaaaugh!!!!

For almost a year now, we’ve been in the process of getting ready to remodel our kitchen. We talked with contractors. We picked an architect. We got drawings. We got bids. We picked a contractor. This week we’ll be signing a contract with him; and we expect to start work in two weeks.

Let me repeat that. Two weeks!

During those two weeks we need to pack up our kitchen, getting rid of as much stuff as we can, and prepare to set up a temporary kitchen elsewhere on the property.

I just told my sons that we’d have a much better time if we all thought of it as an adventure rather than as a series of calamities…and that they should keep reminding me of that.

Requiem for the Unborn

So last night the whole family went down to the Cathedral of the Angels for the annual Requiem for the Unborn. This mass is held every year on the Saturday nearest to the anniversary of Roe vs. Wade, which is 22 January, or today. It is a funeral mass for the the victims of abortion over the past year, and particularly for those aborted in the city of Los Angeles on the day of the requiem. At the end of the mass, one candle is lit for each of them, and placed around the altar; and then silence is maintained. This year there were 150 candles; on average, 150 unborn people are being killed each day in the City of Los Angeles, and we were silent for 150 seconds.

Progress is clearly being made. There were 180 candles last year, if we recall correctly; and at the first Requiem for the Unborn (this year’s was the ninth) there were over 450.

The celebrant was our new bishop, Archbishop José Gomez; also in attendance were the remaining bishops of the archdiocese (including Cardinal Mahoney) many priests and deacons, the seminarians from our seminary, many sisters, a sizable cohort of the Knights of Columbus, and many, many just plain folks like us. The Cathedral was packed.

We had a surprise guest, Cardinal Pell, Archbishop of Sydney, Australia, who concelebrated the mass with Archbishop Gomez and Cardinal Mahoney. I have no idea what Cardinal Pell is doing in Los Angeles, and he didn’t speak at the mass.

Archbishop Gomez gave the homily, naturally. I was eager to hear it, as this is the first chance I’d had to hear him since he became our bishop. The gospel text concerned the Magi and King Herod, the flight of the Holy Family to Egypt, and Herod’s slaughter of the Holy Innocents. The archbishop compared Herod to those in the present day who will do anything to keep God from interfering with their control of the world. It was interesting to compare Gomez’ homily with those Cardinal Mahoney gave at this mass over the last several years; Mahoney usually gave a talk about the state of the pro-life movement and the progress being made, complete with statistics. Gomez gave a genuine homily, making his points but drawing them from the scriptures read at the mass. In one way I was sorry for this; I wanted to get a sense of what Gomez is like as a person, and was hoping for something less formal. But on the other hand, a homily is supposed to be a homily, not an informal, off-the-cuff speech, and I’m glad that’s what we got.

In general, the mass went much as it had in past years; the music was the same, the Shantigarh Requiem for the Unborn, a piece written for this mass, and there were still liturgical “dancers”, sort of. I put “dancers” in quotes, because it’s almost certain to give the wrong impression. The dancers are young women in white dresses. They came in at the beginning of the procession with incense in these metal cones or funnels, as they have in past years; but they did so more quickly, and almost perfunctorily, than in the past, and there was also a server with a traditional censer that I don’t remember having seen in the past. (I might well be mistaken about that.) They brought in the altar cloths at the time of the offertory, and dressed the altar as they had done in the past. They led the procession of 150 candles at the end of the mass, and were responsible for placing the candles around the altar; but I’m not sure they processed out afterwards, and they certainly didn’t dance down the aisle as they had in the past.

What I’m trying to convey with all this is that even in past years, there was very little actual dancing being done; the “dancers” were mostly a fancy kind of altar server. More than that, any real dancing took place outside of the mass proper, which is to say that it wasn’t really liturgical dancing because it wasn’t part of the liturgy. And this year, even that was muted; apparently our new archbishop is already making his mark.

New Dynamics

For about the past week I’ve been trying to get regularly back into blogging, writing at least one post a day…and I’ve come to a realization of why I’ve been mostly not blogging for the last year or so. It’s all about books.

Book reviews used to be the bread and butter of this blog…and because the nature of my reading has changed somewhat, and the length of time it takes me to read some of the books I’m reading is much longer than it used to be, I don’t have a steady stream of books coming down the pike to review the way I used to. To blog every day, consequently, I need to come up with other topics—and it’s harder to keep that up than I’d expected.

(Whine, whine, whine…I know.)

Well, I’m gonna try. We’ll see how it goes.

The Pleasure of a Cup of Coffee

I’ve always been a sipper of soft drinks. Especially when I’m working on a project, I like to have a can, or better yet a massive paper cup (half-filled with ice) of soda to sip at as I go. Something about this just works for me. I’m happier, and more productive.

Some years ago, I had to switch from the hard stuff to the diet drinks. It was a bit of a wrench, but I got over it. After all, it was really the caffeine I was after, not the sugar. But over the past year I decided that things had gotten out of hand. I’ve heard reports that the artificial sweeteners aren’t good for you in various ways; I’ve heard stories about impaired mental function (which scares me to death) and also that the sweetness alone can help you to put on weight (which might simply kill me). So I’ve been trying to cut way back on my daily consumption of diet soda.

Cutting caffeine out of my diet, on the other hand, is a no-go. Among other things, if you’re out to eat and you don’t want sugar and you don’t want diet sweetener and you don’t want caffeine, you’re stuck with alcohol or water…and I get so tired of water.

So over the last year I’ve started drinking coffee. Plain, black coffee. (Yes, I’m sure it tastes better with sugar and cream and hazelnut syrup and what all, but I’m not going there.) I never used to drink coffee; most people pick it up in college, but I never did. Almost five decades on this earth, and I never started drinking coffee. But now I have; two cups a day, sometimes three, with water in between, and the very occasional soda. And I’ve discovered something I’d never understood before.

As I said above, I like to have a drink to sip while I’m working. A 32-ounce cup of Coke Zero (half ice) will last for a couple of hours that way, which is lovely. I’ve tried the same with coffee, but coffee gets cold. Once it’s in the cup, you’ve got a limited time to enjoy it. You can stretch that by using a travel mug with a lid, which I do sometimes. But if you use a regular ceramic mug, you’ve got a fairly short window.

And therein comes the pleasure, a pleasure I’m sure many of you are well-acquainted with, the simple pleasure of sitting and drinking a cup of coffee. You can’t drink it quickly, because it’s too hot. You have to sip it. On the other hand, you need to keep at it, or it will get cold. It’s not simply something to sip at mindlessly while you’re working; it’s an activity in itself. And while you’re drinking it, you can chat, or ponder, or read a little something…but you’re not drinking coffee while doing so, rather you’re doing so while drinking your coffee. It’s a little moment out of the day, a way to stop and rest, a break with a natural time limit. When the coffee’s gone, you move on.

What a pleasant thing!

(Yeah, OK, so I’m a little slow. You can all laugh at me now. 🙂

In Passing

I meant to post a book review or something of the sort today, but I ended up watching several episodes of Dr. Who with the kids instead. Today we got to see the Daleks* and the Cybermen in the same episode (a first, I’m sure) talking trash to each other. Rather silly, but very cool.

* I’d love to have a full-sized Dalek to put in the corner of my office. It wouldn’t even have to exterminate anybody.

Joy and Delight

Yesterday I had the peculiar pleasure of meeting an old friend for the first time.

Which is to say that Julie Davis, of Happy Catholic, was in town with her husband and daughter, and Jane and I got to have an extended lunch with them. It’s an event I hope will be repeated as often as possible, given that we live almost 1500 miles apart. Conversation were constant for two solid hours, and then I had to tear myself away to go back to work. I have no idea how long Jane continued talking with them in parking lot after I left.

I found Julie’s blog back when it was fairly new, when as a victim of the shipwreck of the Anglican Communion I was first beginning to discover what Catholicism is all about. Julie’s sunny and practical take on being Catholic was one of the examples I followed into the Catholic Church, and for that I cannot be too grateful.

I don’t recall quite how it all worked, but I know I linked to her blog, and she linked to my blog, and mutual linkage led to e-mails, and the long and short of it is that we’ve been corresponding on and off ever since. Glory to God in the highest!

This week has been outstanding in its overall dreariness—a few shining points of light, a few bright gems, but the gems have been set in rusty pot metal. In that setting, lunch with Julie and her family yesterday gave me a much needed and much appreciated lift. I expected no less; but isn’t it nice when things go the way you expect?

(Julie also gently encouraged me to do more book-blogging. We’ll see how that goes. 🙂

Rain Gutters

Are rain gutters really necessary?

And in particular, are rain gutters that get filled with sludge and don’t drain, even when you’ve cleaned them once this season, and consequently back up and splash water against one corner of the house where the flashing is adequate except when the ran gutter backs up and splashes water against it, when water leaks inside and drips through the ceiling of the family room, are gutters such as this, to wit, the gutters over the second floor windows outside my bedroom, really necessary? Would there be some horrible catastrophe if I had them yanked out and just let the water run where it will?

Or would I just discover more places where the flashing is mostly adequate?