Fri, Dec 8 1:00 pm - 3:00 pm
Sat, Dec. 9 10:00 am - 12 noon
Tue, Dec. 12 1:00 pm - 3:00 pm
Wed, Dec. 13 7:00 pm - 9:00 pm
Fri, Dec. 15 7:00 pm - 9:00 pm
Sat, Dec. 16 10:00 am - 12 noon
Sun, Dec. 17 7:30 pm - 9:00 pm

 

And now the long-awaited continuation…

 

Phase Three

As I said last time, I was raised listening to Rock and Roll. My big brother was a record collector and had 45 records and 33 albums with a mono speaker record player.

When I was 14 years old, my cousin Doug began to play electric guitar and formed a rock and roll band. He encouraged me to buy an electric guitar. Without hesitation, I began saving my money for this musical purchase. Living on a farm 40 km. out of town, Mom bought many things from the Sears catalogue. That is where I bought my first musical instrument. It was a combo Silvertone electric guitar and amp for one hundred dollars. Back in 1968, that was a big purchase for me. The first song I learned to play and sing was “Massachusetts” by the Bee Gees.

The Cold and the Snow

Friday, December 1, 2017 Written by

 

I sometimes get cold. Well, I often get cold. My feet, hands and nose are usually the first things I notice to be cold. During the day, while I’m here at the Cathedral at work, it doesn’t seem to matter how many times I get up from the desk and go here or there, I usually find that by mid afternoon, some part of me is cold. To combat this trend, I brought a blanket from home which now lives on the back of my chair. It does a good job of keeping my back and legs warm, but this doesn’t help enough to warm my hands, head, neck and feet – and it won’t help like that unless I wrap myself up in the blanket like a cocoon… which isn’t the best thing to do if I need to answer the phone or greet someone who approaches my desk...

These Times

Thursday, November 23, 2017 Written by

As I write this we are busy preparing for Bishop Mark’s installation as the new bishop of Saskatoon tonight. It’s an energetic time. Everyone has been running around, getting things ready. Invitations were sent, a dinner and a reception organized, travel plans and accommodations organized for about 20 (20!) other bishops, and so much more. My little contribution has been working to live stream the Mass (hopefully). It’s been quite crazy around here.

But this morning, everything seems a little more quiet, like a brief calm before the storm.

Christmas Mass Times 2017

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Mass times for the end of Advent and throughout the Christmas Season.

I’m Tired of Technology

Thursday, November 16, 2017 Written by

 

I’m getting tired of technology. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it or that I’m opposed to it. (In many ways I’m quite dependent upon it, as I discovered these past four weeks while my laptop has been in for repairs). I’m just tired of it. 

Year after year, the tech companies keep promising the ultimate solutions to all of our problems… until they come out with something newer and “better”. But how many times can you re-invent the wheel? After decades on the tech treadmill I just can’t be bothered to keep up any more. 

 

It has been over a year now that I have been the Cathedral Administrator, and at one of the first staff meetings that I attended, someone had the dandy idea that the Cathedral staff members should take turns writing a blog for the website. (Not my idea by the way.) A little discussion was held regarding the matter, and it was decided that yes, we could manage it. How hard could it be?

I'm Too Old For Halloween

Tuesday, October 31, 2017 Written by

 

I so fondly remember Halloween from my youth. As a young child, we would travel to the neighbours and show off our costumes and receive the customary treat. You see, I loved candy. I loved chocolate. I loved bags of chips and creamy toffee. I loved Rockets and Sweethearts and pretty much anything else that we generally would not have had on a regular basis. I dreamed of the days that I would be a "big boy" and allowed to go to the nearby town and get even more treats. How special it was when, on that Halloween night in grade 5, I got permission to stay at my good friend Kent's house and at exactly 4:45 pm we hit the road, pillow case in hand, and made our journey around the town. We traveled every street in town. We relished the thought of all our goodies. Even as our arms began to grow weary of the weight we still did our best to carry on.

I Love You, Mémère

Thursday, October 26, 2017 Written by

 

I remember when my Mémère died, I was pulled out of school in the middle of the day, went home, packed and went with my family straight to the small town where she lived with my Pépère and my Aunt and Uncle. It was the middle of the week, but it didn’t feel like the middle of the week, or even that I had anywhere to be other than there. On our way to the funeral home our first morning there, we walked past the elementary school in town. There were kids laughing and playing and running around. And I thought ‘What are they doing? Why are they at school? Shouldn’t they be at home?’ It took me a few minutes before I realised that, though my world had stopped turning, their world kept on going and that they had no idea what my family and I were going through. It was like I was in a bubble, insulated from the realities of everyday life.

When there is a funeral in the Cathedral, I find, more often than not, that same bubble effect that I had experienced comes to dwell for a time in the Cathedral. The work day starts as it usually does, with phone calls and mail and the like. But, the moment the funeral home car pulls up and the family and friends of the deceased begin to arrive, there is a change in the atmosphere – the bubble begins to descend...

 

A Blog About "Nothin"...

Thursday, October 19, 2017 Written by

Just like in the TV show Seinfeld, when George and Jerry had to pitch to TV executives, this week's blog is about "nothin". I struggled for a couple of days and spent a few sleepless nights wondering what I was going to write about. The deadline drew nearer and nearer and I just couldn't wimp out. As a staff, when we started doing weekly blogs we were given tips on how to write a blog, the do's and the don'ts, write about things we know, make it interesting, not too long, etc.

At work, my day is filled with numbers, figures, accounts and spreadsheets, and by the end of some days, I find that I only interacted, for the most part, with the two computers I have in my office. As interesting as it is to me, as I enjoy my line of work... there is really nothing there to blog about...