Editor’s Note: Obviously it wasn’t possible for our mole to access the Diary while +F.Atticus was at the Bishops Meeting in Orlando. However, this just came over the transom.
17 June 2023
Dear Diary,
Florida. GAH! Move and you sweat. Don’t move and you sweat. Fr. Gilbert did great, though. Annoying. It has been great to see Dozer, Jack, Mateo, Andrew, even Terry (or Larry? I can’t remember). Jack Daniels is really fun after a couple of Jack Daniels! What were his parents thinking? As if I should talk! HA! Jude too, I guess. We’re neighbors, so “love thy neighbor” and all. But Jude always makes an early exit from these things instant the meetings are over or lunch is over. He’s outta there. Fr. Tommy said one time that Jude ran out holding his prayer book. So who knows.
That thing with Jude and supper and him wanting to talk about Fr Mark Rogers who was one of ours. Suspended. We lost track of him after he disappeared and I took him off the books. He’s been living alone in Black Duck. Jude recognized him in the back of a church when he did one of those fancy Latin Masses and managed to chase down some info about him. Fr. Mark was really into the Latin thing which was his problem. Jude reached out to him. He said Mark seemed “broken”. He wants to see if maybe he can’t somehow get him reinstated or something, put him to work in Black Duck but wants me involved. Review, excardination, that stuff. Fr. Mark just drifted a while, cut himself off. He’s living now by driving an Uber car. Jude had some pretty hard things to say about that priest clinic place St. Leo’s out East which I made him go to and what they did to him. I could tell by the way he was talking that he blamed me. I don’t know what to do about this. I don’t want yet another thing going to the Nuncio. I don’t want Jude to be unhappy with me.
Anyway, the food was great in O. Lot’s of surf and turf, which figures for a place full off golf courses surrounded by water. The sessions of the meetings were an ordeal, as always, especially because they are on camera. Cameras add ten pounds? Or twenty? And the grandstanding! Blah blah blah. Delays lunch every time. Since the Nuncio I found a spot behind old Billy Barnes, whose even bigger than I am. I think he blotted me out. I think the noonch is chapped about the white pantsuit couple.
Sr. Randi said that Chester was a handful, but that he didn’t do too much damage. She had Chester proofed the apartment as best she could but there is now a new hole in her sofa. Gotta buy her a new one. I got her a nice Florida snow globe from a shop at the airport as a thank you.
With the travel and all, I’m really tired. I think I’ll cancel my appointments for tomorrow and go golfing. I’ll be nice to be outside and not feel like a sauna.
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Good man, +Atticus. I cannot think of a better way to relax after the many boring tedious meetings we face in the ecclesial world of today, than a round of golf. +Atticus should say he is working on a course, when he goes golfing.
You’ve perfectly captured the boomer mindset.
The round of golf after boring, trivial, tedious meetings has kept me faithful to my calling, along, of course, with prayer and sacraments. So do not knock the “boomer mindset”. Ike was criticized for his golf but was a great president, kept us out of wars in Viet Nam, China, Hungary, and got us out of Korea. Maybe we need more Ike-like bishops and pastors in the Church.