daily mass

today is three years since my dad left this earth. We had a huge thunderstorm already this morning, more on the way today. seems fitting to my mood somewhat.

we went to morning mass today - me, my mom, my kids - as it was said for my dad. the man who read the intentions butchered his name, someday I hope whoever is reading gets it right. Sigh...

after mass I stopped in the church office and talked to the receptionist. I told her I wasn't crazy about this taking over of dad's conference room. she wasn't real happy with me and said what else could we do. and that my dad would have been the first to say move in there. whatever. I told her if his photo comes down off the wall, I wanted it. She said the priest wouldn't do that, but I said I think it will happen. And if it does, I want the picture.

perhaps if this large-headed priest had handled this differently, I wouldn't be so pissed off. I am sure he will hear about me being mad and confront me. alas...such is life.

cleaning ... bah

so....I am trying to do a "major clean" on my house this summer. my motivation is pretty much non-existent at the moment.

we have started in the living room as we got new blinds after nearly 17 years of the same sheers and valance (we won't talk about the amount of dust on the valance....). They are Levelor S curve vertical blinds in Spiced Apple. Very gorgeous.

so we had to move furniture to get to the huge picture window and that has just snowballed the need to clean, throw out, recycle. it seemed that a lot was done in the living room, but then again, there is still so much more to do.

then there is the dining room which has boxes from the golf team, boxes from my office at work, and other "stuff".

the kitchen needs cleaning and sorting, the hall closet and my bedroom. not touching the kid's rooms, that is their problem.

this is gonna take forever....wish I had a magic wand.......

frustration

I find myself further disruntled each week with the new "regime" running my church. This is the church I grew up in, my parents were charter members. My children were baptized there. I volunteer - as does the rest of my family.

Four years ago when our church remodeling was completed, the new conference room was named after my father. He was instrumental in working with the builders and the church to get everyone on the same page. During this process he was diagnosed with cancer. CANCER. THE BIG UGLY C WORD.

He was touched and humbled that the priest and staff had honored him with this conference room, and a large plaque was installed above the door. A year later, my father passed away.

His photo is framed in this conference room, with a smaller plaque reading the same as the larger one. It is a place I like to visit and say hello. He spent a lot of time in this room.

Today - on Father's day - already a difficult day for my life - the NEW priest called my mother and told her that we were getting an additional priest and he - the head pastor - would now be using this conference room as his office, would that be ok?

WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO SAY???? If he had called me I would have given him choice words. But the cowardly priest with a head the size of Texas called my mother. She said "ok", as there really wasn't an option.

I am so hurt, angry, etc. He claims it will still be named after my dad but the writing is on the wall as far as I can see....

One more year until my son graduates from high school. One more year volunteering as the liturgist for the teen mass. Then I am done volunteering and possibly done being a member of this church. I am looking to seek another church until this priest who is more interested in gloating about himself than serving others is gone. He makes me sick.