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On this page I have recorded what I found significant during the past week as well as my thoughts about those events and other reflections. I started doing this before the practice became popular on the internet This is my diary, written a little each day and published weekly.

At times I may seem to pontificate on a subject that comes to mind during the week. I do not intend it as a demand or even a suggestion that everyone should think or act as I do. It is rather, intended to let you know what goes on in my mind ... how I am motivated to live as I do.

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The happenings and thought of last week 
Last Friday was special for several reasons. The first being that is was unusual that five issues of my weekly "What's New" page occurred in the shortest month of the year. Another reason it was special was that it was the occasion of my quad-annual February 29th shower.

It is spelled P-l-e-f-k-a. It is pronounced exactly as it is spelled ... The people at Comcast are legally entitled to call me on the phone to try to sell telephone service to me because I am already their cable and internet customer. I think that gives them an unfair advantage over the Dish people who can only mail offers to me for cable service. Of course, I am sure that AT&T will soon be calling to offer TV programming and high speed internet because they have been ripping up the neighborhood and installing big ugly connection boxes along side the streets to upgrade their system. In any case, it would behoove these companies to employ people who have mastered the English language and have been trained in the art of proper pronunciation of proper names. Many who call are difficult to understand and  you wouldn't believe what they call me!

Then when I tell them that I am not interested in this marvelous (introductory) offer to which I qualify (because I regularly pay my bills), they proceed to argue with me (in effect telling me that I don't know what I am doing).  Because I reason that the company thinks so little of me that they approach me in this way I feel little compunction in cutting them off by telling them ...' it is my decision and I am not obliged to explain it to anyone.' END of conversation. 

Of course I do feel bad that the caller must be subjected to my rude rejections because theirs is a low paying job that a person with the qualifications I demand would not accept. I feel bad that Comcast (and others) would subject them to this treatment. The companies fail to realize that the person making these calls represents them. Is this the impression of service and competence they want to present? I hope not.

Don't get me wrong ... I am very happy with my Comcast Cable and Internet service. I am also happy with my AT&T telephone service. I simply don't want to make any changes and am willing to pay a little more (very little) to keep the two separate so if one is temporarily out of service I have the other still working. 
 

The worst loneliness is
not to be comfortable with yourself.
~ Mark Twain

Anne Marie picked me up about 9 AM on Saturday and we proceeded to St Stephen Church. My daughter was the sponsor for Ana as she was Confirmed.  The two of them were seated with Dan and Karen while I joined Karen's folks, Ted and Marilyn in the side pews. This marked the confirmation of our last grandchild, another sign of the maturing family. After the ceremony we dispersed, to reunite at Ashford house where some enjoyed breakfast, some lunch and others dinner. It was a delightful gathering. My gift giving has, for the most part, been a card with a check in it, It is something I can do without making any mistakes ... always the right color and size and no returns. Communions and Confirmations are an exception to that practice. There is no check. The gift that the grandchild has received from God is far more important than any I could give and I could not and would not try to compete with God in His generosity. I could be creative and find a small religious gift to mark the occasion but grandpa isn't that creative.

The American practice of celebrating Baptism, First Communion and Confirmation carry some inherent problems and I think that the Eastern Churches' practice of combining them into one occasion makes more sense. Yes, at Baptism, infants are given their first Communion, albeit a tiny portion, as well as being Confirmed just as would an adult being Baptized. These are the Sacraments of Initiation to the family of God. They are gifts of the Trinity, not something to be earned through years of study for no price can be put on them. The American church has distorted the reception of these Sacraments by making Confirmation a "prize" to be taken at the end of 8 years simply to insure that the children attend 8 years of religious education. Would you withhold food from a child for an extended period of time until he learned all about it? Confirmation is spiritual food, something that should be given to him as soon as possible. Some other way should be found to attract children to a Catholic religious education. Or, I should say that some other way should be found to convince parents that it is their duty to see that their children have that education. Some have gone so far as to say that they must reach an age when they can decide for themselves to be confirmed as if confirmation is a choice at all. It was never meant to be. To reject it would be to reject a spiritual gift beyond value. Does a 14 year old understand God? I am 76 and I don't understand God! I don't expect to understand Him until I stand in His presence but I am grateful for any gifts of grace that I receive until that time comes. I may even have rejected Him during some periods of my life but thank God I had received His Holy Spirit in Confirmation to sustain me through those periods.

After returning me home from Ana's Confirmation, Anne Marie went to Robert Morris College to see Anthony and Joe off on their spring baseball trip to Florida. She was threatening to be a stole away on the bus but her duty to home and husband kept her from abandoning them..

Anthony got a present on Sunday. He arrived in Florida on his birthday !
H
APPY BIRTHDAY
A
NTHONY
You hit the quarter century mark!
Doesn't that make you feel old?
Just kidding Anthony ... you have a long way to travel.

 I have received two of those emails that ask a few simple questions about your self. The answers from the one who sent it are already there and it is supposed to get people to know each other. One came from Canada and another from a fellow parishioner. It is a great idea but the questions reveal only superficial information. This web site serves the same purpose but digs a bit more deeply into my beliefs and thoughts while it covers my life history. I believe in sharing information. If people make a secrete of their lives how can there be trust or love. Someone said, "No man is an island". We do not exist alone. Privacy, I think, is over-rated and over abused. It is used as. an excuse to hide what we are ashamed for others to see, things that should not be done in the first place. Monday morning's reading from C. S. Lewis speaks to morality and the fact that we often associate the term with our relationship with others while forgetting to clean up our internal selves. Either way, "privacy" is used to hide our errors as we pretend that if not obvious to the rest of the world, no harm is done. But, the greatest harm is to ourselves and the conclusion, I think, is obvious.

A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives you roses.
~ Chinese proverb

I started a new section in this web site called, "My Father Wrote ..." My sister Marilyn didn't think our father's compositions were good enough for publication but I disagree. I will publish them on this web site starting with her favorite  Riding the Rollers with Pvt. Copeland . This story is written as a letter to folks back home in Ohio as he explores Hawaii of 1920 recounting his misadventures. I hope you find it humorous. I will be adding more of my father's writings as time permits.  I have placed The Snow Directors  on a page of it's own also. You will be happy to know that I do not plan a sequel..

My foot doctor pampered my feet on Monday, always a welcome treat. Then the following day, Barbara pampered the house, which, I confess is an indirect pampering of Grandpa Don. While that was going on, I constructed the new "Spotlight" antics that greet you at the top of this page. I enjoy playing with things like that and the more I do it the easier it is. You can click on the spotlighted items to open window to other parts of this web site. The "Spotlight" is a feature that I first used on the parish web site and it very effectively heads a column of links to events to be held at the parish as well as featuring various ministries from time to time. 

I "met" Sandy Love during the week. She is my cousin, daughter of my mother's brother,  Ken Lossner, sister of Gay Wands. I also discovered that "Gay" is actually Gail Adair, ... it sounds poetic. It all came about because Gay was telling me about my mom, her "Aunt Tootsie" and I asked a question. She, in turn, asked her sister and Sand's reply was sent to me. I, of course, replied and have established a new email relationship with yet another cousin.

The two ladies have fond memories of their aunt. Sandy (Sandra) remembers her care and kindness when as a very small and frightened girl she was sent to her grandparents home when her mother had to go to the hospital. Tootsie was living there with my brothers Jim and Ken. Aunt Tootsie slept the night in a rocking chair to comfort Sandy. Sandy also remembers going on a bus trip to Chicago with Aunt Tootsie to see her cousin Ken when he was in the Navy. Both Gay and Sandy remember her as a great cook and baker. As a matter of fact, I have now passed on Tootsie's recipe for a "Moss Ball", a cheese ball made with blue cheese. to Anne Marie and look to sample it at Easter.

Happiness is not a state to arrive at,
but a manner of traveling.
~ Margaret Lee Runback

The Snow Directors must have been out in force on Tuesday. I didn't see them but they successfully waved off the predicted storm, leaving us with only a cold wind. Cleveland was not as fortunate. Peggy Cecora wrote: "The weather here is horrible. I was going to take the Marquis to work tonight but instead took Jim's wagon as he had it running and wanted to put it in the garage. The road's were not too bad at 5:30 but most of the drivers were only doing about 50. Most of everyone's car at work when we got out must of spent at least 10 minutes trying to get the ice off the windshields and windows. The roads were even worst coming home. For the most part I did 20-25 mph and in good spots about 40. I am thankful to God for getting me home safe." We are glad you made it home safe as well Peggy. Take heart ... Spring will come and as the little dog said when he caught his tail in the screen door said, "It won't be long now."

When my eyes opened Wednesday morning my clock radio was blinking at me. The power had failed during the night. Mikey was stirring about and I soon discovered it was his usual 6:45 wake up time. Later I checked the power monitor on my computer and found the power was off for just 2 seconds, just enough to shut down my several electronic clocks.

The first order of business on Wednesday, after my usual morning rituals, was to get the weekly parish newsletter emailed to the "Include Me" members. It is only sent to those who sign up through the parish web site in order to comply with spam regulations.  This week's issue included the reminder to move the clocks ahead Saturday night so as not to be an hour late for church on Sunday.

It must have been "Pamper Week". Wednesday I pampered the car, taking it first to get the State Emissions test, one of those necessary bothersome tasks..Then I stopped for gas. I do that every six weeks whether I need to or not. (I remember when $5 worth would fill the tank and now it is almost  ten times that.) From there it was a short jaunt to the oil guys where old Betsy was lubed, the oil changed, tires and other items checked and windshield wipers replaced.

The Snow Directors must have been at work again on Wednesday because they kept a major storm just south of us. Ohio got clobbered again. We expected a light snow Wednesday night but there was hardly a trace visible in the morning.

Thursday morning I pampered my spirit by joining others at Bible Study. One of our "students" of the bible commented that this study of the Gospel of John had brought to her, this late in life, an understanding of the "washing of the feet" that she never had. She asked why the pastor can't explain it from the pulpit the way it was brought out in our discussions, the commentary and the  video presentation. The answer of course is that there simply isn't enough time for in depth instructions at Sunday mass and that she is at a time of her life when she is interested enough to deepen her faith by coming to Bible study. It is obvious that a grade school education in one's religion is not enough to be proficient in it. Extended study and refresher courses are necessary if a person wants to become more proficient. An hour a week of liturgy isn't much help either. Only about 20 minutes of that touches on dogma..

In my reading of C. S. Lewis, his comment that it is not up to the priest, minister, or bishops to put the world of politics, business and the workplace right. They have not been trained for that. It is up to the laymen who are the church and who work in those fields to do the job. There are things that the leaders can do but the members must do their part in learning their faith, then living it in such a way as to change those whom they come in contact. As St. Francis of Assisi said to his followers, "Preach the Gospel always. If necessary, use words."
 

Growth begins when we start to
accept our own weakness.
~ Jean Vanier

Another point that dawned on me during Bible study this week concerned the fact that Jesus sent Judas away to "do what he must do". I had always thought it strange that Judas was "given permission" for his betrayal. Maybe he wasn't! How often has a parent known that a child is about to make a mistake but realizes that it is beyond control. The child is told, "Go ahead, its your life." To try to force the child, (probably an adult by now) would be futile and probably cause an undesirable family rift. We do not understand how but it is possible that a great good can come from this apparent error on the child's part and so we are resigned to their choice in life and know that nothing is unsalvageable. After many years of passing on what wisdom we have, as best we can, there arrives a time when we must say, "Go, do what you must do". and hope it doesn't hurt too much while we pray that the ultimate result will be good.

The baseball trip has been interesting for Joe and Anthony. They won their first game but it was down hill from there. It was sunny the first day and down hill from there. The head coach went to the hospital, as a result of an episode of high blood pressure but was released after e few hours. . The spanki'n new bus, recently purchased by the driver, was hit while parked on the street near the ballpark. The front of the small car that ran into it folded like an accordion but the air bags prevented serious injury to the driver. She said she didn't see it parked there! Damage to the buss was limited to dents and scratches. How do you not see a big tour bus?

Joe played well but his arm was hurting a bit early in the week. On Thursday he threw out three in a row trying to steal 2nd and he reported that his arm felt fine. That was obvious. A knowledgeable trainer on the staff at the ball park said that at this stage of his recovery from surgery he should have a full day's rest between catching the ball game and he had that rest on Wednesday.

I think we fooled Mother Nature. The Snow Directors have intimidated her to the point that she skirted us to the south with today's storm. I am afraid, however, that my family in Cleveland will not be as fortunate. I don't know if the boys will get any games played in Florida either ... rain is predicted along with the possibility of tornados. I pray everyone will be safe.

Don't forget about the clocks tomorrow night. We can view it as the end of winter with warmer temperatures next week. We just need to get past this week end. There was a time when the sun dial was always correct but that was a long time ago. It was time to work or fight a battle when the sun came up and time to  rest when it went down. It was nature's way.  The day was half over when the sun was the highest in the sky where ever you lived. When man invented clocks he complicated his life. Every town had it's own time and with the industrial revolution, the factory whistle announced the start of work, a break for lunch and then the time to go home. The railroads had a problem in establishing time tables for their passenger trains and time zones were established to accommodate them with everyplace within a given zone adhering to a common clock. But mechanical (or electronic) clocks do not differentiate winter from summer when the duration of daylight differs and it's beginning and ending shift. with the tilt of the earth. An attempt was made to get in tune with the sun and "daylight savings": time was invented, a misnomer if there ever was one. We do not either save or spend the daylight, just shift our activities to somewhat get back in synch with the sun, messing up the time of "high noon" in the process and further complicating our lives. It all comes down to the fact that nature is really the one in charge and as much as we want to take control it is futile and frustrating. The major religions of the world have it correct when they agree that the day ends when the sun goes down and a new day begins then, not at the arbitrary man defined time of midnight, which, indecently, is not the middle of the night. No, try as we may, we can not mess with mother nature, except for ... the Snow Directors ... and they, only in the wildest wandering of our minds.   Oh yes, Nature was in charge a long time ago and still is. Only our perception of things has changed. It is said that to give God a good laugh, tell Him your plans. He must also be very amused with our attempts to manipulate time.

 

We have been the recipients of
the choicest bounties of Heaven.
~ Abraham Lincoln

Good old mother nature also intended for us to be active but we rebel and want to be comfortable as much as possible. Yesterday I pampered mother nature and walked for 20 minutes on the treadmill. She rewarded me with a glucose level of 119 before supper. (80 - 140 is Normal) I MUST get in tune with Mother Nature ... on a regular basis.

More next week ... and 'till then, ... Let's be more kind than we need to be.

Grandpa Don Plefka

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