Wednesday, July 30, 2008

For Catholics with an iPod Touch or iPhone....

Universalis has created two apps for these devices that give you a Catholic Calendar (free) that tells you the name and saint of the day (if any memorials etc). The second app is $32 (in Canada, at least) and gives you the full liturgy of the hours, including mass readings, office of readings, morning, evening, and night prayer, as well as the free content above.

You can set your local area and get the customised data for wherever you live (includes Australia, Canada, Europe (general), England, England (Westminster), Ireland, Scotland, Wales, New Zealand (also specific ones for certain cities/dioceses), Southern Africa, and of course the United States.

You can get these apps from iTunes (search "Universalis"), and you can see sample screenshots there.

I just downloaded it yesterday so haven't had a chance to take it for much of a testdrive, but it looks like a great way to be able to pray the Hours wherever you are!

For Catholics with an iPod Touch or iPhone....

Universalis has created two apps for these devices that give you a Catholic Calendar (free) that tells you the name and saint of the day (if any memorials etc). The second app is $32 (in Canada, at least) and gives you the full liturgy of the hours, including mass readings, office of readings, morning, evening, and night prayer, as well as the free content above.

You can set your local area and get the customised data for wherever you live (includes Australia, Canada, Europe (general), England, England (Westminster), Ireland, Scotland, Wales, New Zealand (also specific ones for certain cities/dioceses), Southern Africa, and of course the United States.

You can get these apps from iTunes (search "Universalis"), and you can see sample screenshots there.

I just downloaded it yesterday so haven't had a chance to take it for much of a testdrive, but it looks like a great way to be able to pray the Hours wherever you are!

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Mrs. G's take on PC vs. Mac

If you haven't met Mrs. G over at Derfwad Manor, go there immediately. She is hilarious.

Today, she comments on the whole PC vs. Mac thing in her own inimitable style. Here's an earlier post by Mrs. G on the same subject. Too funny!

Mrs. G's take on PC vs. Mac

If you haven't met Mrs. G over at Derfwad Manor, go there immediately. She is hilarious.

Today, she comments on the whole PC vs. Mac thing in her own inimitable style. Here's an earlier post by Mrs. G on the same subject. Too funny!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

The guy in the car

For the past couple of (few?) months, we've had a guy sit in his car across the street from our house every morning for about an hour. He was a middle-aged guy, who read the paper and sometimes drank coffee, usually with the window down. Always parked in the same spot on the street. Then I'd glance outside and he'd be gone. He was typically there sometime between 8 and 1o in the morning. Every morning. Seven days a week.

His purpose was a matter of great speculation in the household. Was he trying to get away from a noisy household for a little peace and quiet to read the paper? Was he a private detective watching someone on our street? Was he waiting for someone who was working in the area? My visiting brother-in-law and my husband both volunteered to sidle up to him and just ask. I thought about surreptitiously jotting his license plate down while walking Wilson one morning. But, I mean, what's wrong with a guy just sitting in his car reading the paper?

But WHY was he doing it?

The issue is moot now. He's gone. It's day three that he hasn't shown up and I guess this will remain a mystery. I realize, though, that I have become one of those nosy neighbours who wonders about the comings and goings of people around me.

The guy in the car

For the past couple of (few?) months, we've had a guy sit in his car across the street from our house every morning for about an hour. He was a middle-aged guy, who read the paper and sometimes drank coffee, usually with the window down. Always parked in the same spot on the street. Then I'd glance outside and he'd be gone. He was typically there sometime between 8 and 1o in the morning. Every morning. Seven days a week.

His purpose was a matter of great speculation in the household. Was he trying to get away from a noisy household for a little peace and quiet to read the paper? Was he a private detective watching someone on our street? Was he waiting for someone who was working in the area? My visiting brother-in-law and my husband both volunteered to sidle up to him and just ask. I thought about surreptitiously jotting his license plate down while walking Wilson one morning. But, I mean, what's wrong with a guy just sitting in his car reading the paper?

But WHY was he doing it?

The issue is moot now. He's gone. It's day three that he hasn't shown up and I guess this will remain a mystery. I realize, though, that I have become one of those nosy neighbours who wonders about the comings and goings of people around me.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Wonder Bread

I bought some this morning. From a gas station. At least it was whole wheat.

For the third time in a couple of months, I have not seated the bread maker baking pan correctly in the machine and it hasn't mixed properly. I awoke to the smell of freshly baked bread this morning, only to find a wizened lump of hardened dough when I opened the lid. At least the coffee maker functioned and I was able to get a cup while pondering my options (read: checking store hours for our local grocery stores and pharmacies-that-sell-food online - none open before 8).

Previously when we've had a bread-maker malfunction (I'm talking about me here, not the machine), I have just asked Z to get himself some lunch at the office (translation: his assistant gets him some lunch because he can't peel himself off the phone), but Michael is attending science camp at U of T this week, so he needed a sandwich as well. We have an Esso station with Tim Hortons To Go a block away from our place so Z and I headed up there with Wilson (bonus walk) around 7 am, but they don't sell bread. We tried Subway (closed), Mr. Cheap (closed), and then headed to another gas station three blocks north where we were greeted with "Food Store" sign as we rounded to corner.

Bingo! Bread!

Wonder Bread

I bought some this morning. From a gas station. At least it was whole wheat.

For the third time in a couple of months, I have not seated the bread maker baking pan correctly in the machine and it hasn't mixed properly. I awoke to the smell of freshly baked bread this morning, only to find a wizened lump of hardened dough when I opened the lid. At least the coffee maker functioned and I was able to get a cup while pondering my options (read: checking store hours for our local grocery stores and pharmacies-that-sell-food online - none open before 8).

Previously when we've had a bread-maker malfunction (I'm talking about me here, not the machine), I have just asked Z to get himself some lunch at the office (translation: his assistant gets him some lunch because he can't peel himself off the phone), but Michael is attending science camp at U of T this week, so he needed a sandwich as well. We have an Esso station with Tim Hortons To Go a block away from our place so Z and I headed up there with Wilson (bonus walk) around 7 am, but they don't sell bread. We tried Subway (closed), Mr. Cheap (closed), and then headed to another gas station three blocks north where we were greeted with "Food Store" sign as we rounded to corner.

Bingo! Bread!

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

James Douglas Townsend: March 21, 1980 - July 8, 2008

Jamie passed away in his sleep after apparently successful orthopedic surgery last Monday. No cause of death has been determined. He was my youngest cousin, third and youngest son of my mother's youngest sister. A very special guy, gone much too soon, but with Jesus.

The funeral on Saturday was packed with friends, family, and church-members. His brothers, fiancee, and sister-in-law gave beautiful eulogies.

There are simply no words.

James Douglas Townsend: March 21, 1980 - July 8, 2008

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Jamie passed away in his sleep after apparently successful orthopedic surgery last Monday. No cause of death has been determined. He was my youngest cousin, third and youngest son of my mother's youngest sister. A very special guy, gone much too soon, but with Jesus.

The funeral on Saturday was packed with friends, family, and church-members. His brothers, fiancee, and sister-in-law gave beautiful eulogies.

There are simply no words.