March 9th, 2023
Dear Diary,
We had a regional bishops meeting yesterday. They were all there… Dozer, Jude, Andy, Mateo, Jack of course since it was at the archdiocese. Usually they’re a blast. Other folks do the work preparing policy statements for us to sign. We get together, tell a few jokes and reminisce, then the archbishop tells us to get serious (which always causes me to chuckle a bit), we say a prayer, all agree to whatever it is were there to agree about, then get on to the preprandials and usually have a decent dinner. This time, Jack’s young punk auxiliary – Terry? Larry? – who doesn’t get it actually wanted to discuss whatever it was we were suppose to sign, which meant I had to take the time to read it. I’m still not sure I understand it, but I just wanted to get along to the socializing, so I agreed with him. That made the archbishop mad, so I reconsidered my opinion. Then someone else quibbled with the wording – as if anyone is ever going to take the time to read this crap! All the while, my coffee is getting cold and I’m sure the gin in the next room was getting warm. Dozer at last suggested tabling it and “revisiting” (good word) at the next meeting which means between now and then the arch is going to sit down with his aux and tell him what his role is, and we’ll sign it three months from now. Sheesh. That was a wasted hour of my time. Still, a good dinner afterwards. Sure glad Fr. Tommy does the driving.
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I hope Jack makes his young punk auxiliary do ALL the confirmations in the archdiocese from now till kingdom come. Maybe send him over to F. Atty’s to do some there as well.
As a man who hates meetings, I really sympathize. They are a sign of the Fall.
“as if anyone is ever going to take the time to read this crap!”
Correct.
“All the while, my coffee is getting cold and I’m sure the gin in the next room was getting warm.”
Deeply relatable. These priorities are also correct.