Somebody Got a Lump of Coal in his Stocking

Odds are, he's not in for a very happy new year either.

Our Christmas Altar

Our usual little chapel space is too small for Christmas attendance so we migrate to our host parish's hall and do our best to make it a fitting place for High Mass.  Still no incense, though.  (Smoke alarms we're not allowed to turn off, doncha know.)  But it was a beautiful Mass nonethless.

Everything is packed up and re-migrated now back to our little liturgical home and ready for Sunday.



Bl John's

Christmas Eve

It's Christmas Eve and only a few hours away from our Christmas Eve High Mass. Some of us will be arriving a bit early to set up for Mass and do a spot of decorating in a larger space than our usual little chapel.  Not as large and elegantly Gothic a space as the folks shown above have (not yet, anyway) but we do what we can.

Should you be in the neighbourhood around 7-ish you're welcome to join us.

Festina, quæsumus, ne tardaveris, Domine Iesu, ut adventus tui consolationibus subleventur, qui in tua pietate confidunt!

Miss-out on the Aubrey/Maturin Novels? Never in life, my dear.

All the Aubrey/Maturin novels have been republished complete in a boxed set of five volumes, says Fr Z in a blogpost here.  An excellent opportunity to acquire the lot.  I probably won't, as I have most of them already.  In fact, I thought I had them all but in collecting them all in one shelf not long ago I realized some of the set have gone missing.  Fallen over-board, perhaps.  

I see some replacement book-shopping in the near future.

Gaudete Sunday

It is Gaudete Sunday ["Rejoice in the Lord always; again, I say Rejoice!"] and we are indeed looking at the world in rose-coloured vestments as you can see from the rose-coloured chalice veil.

Fr Mark has a deep meditation on the Gaudete introit which you can find here.

Friday the 13th . . .

. . . comes on a Saturday this month.  All the usual precautions apply.

If, as hardly seems likely, you've been waiting this whole long ten days to find out the results of the Great Crook, Criminal, Scalawag, or Rascal Manhunt of 2014 alluded to below, the alleged crook, criminal, scalawag, or rascal who was the object thereof got away clean.  It didn't actually take the full ten days to come up with that intelligence, though.  We knew that night.  But as usual, your servant has been neglecting The Inn for assorted other pasttimes, e.g., doctor/dental appointments, classes, gigs, practicing on the new melodeon (we are getting better!  Not perhaps good just yet, but definitely better), and general puttering around here and there.

Crooks, Criminals, Scalawags, or Rascals

Not only have we been blessed today with pluviam salutarem as the collect puts it, but we have also had our neighbourhood locked down by the lebenty-leben sheriff's deputies who have been searching for a crook, criminal, scalawag, or rascal said to be hiding somewhere hereabouts.  A friend telephoned to say that the c,c,s, or r in question is wanted for an attempted car-jacking.  And now you know as much about it as I do.

A good day to be in lock-down as it happens.  We have plenty  of tea and soda bread and I do believe the turkey soup is about ready.

A Little Drought Relief

It's been raining all day, thanks be to God.  The above is taken from the den window (a.k.a. the library window when I'm feeling rather grand).  This part of the state is still desperate for rain and we're enjoying every drop of it.