Sunday I had lunch with a friend from another town not far away. Don't see her often. She never calls. I saw her in church. "Let's go for lunch", I say.

Well, we were talking about, I don't know, yeah, religion OK, but it was going fine and then something set ME off. Usually I can tolerate cafeteria catholics (catholics who pick and choose what they want to believe or jump around from church to church, different denominations) but I got mad. As a believing, practising catholic I'm having a hard time finding any real ones in this new burg I live in. They go to church, but don't believe in the church's teachings and, GOD, I got so fed up. She's the second person like that. Another fellow I met before Christmas is catholic, but doesn't go to church because, well, he doesn't like the priest and he does not believe in confession. Well, what the hell is that? Where else am I going to be able to talk to people of my own faith, if not from my own church. Gah!

I miss my friends from Ontario. With them I could talk. Now I may have to go into the big city an hour away to find what I need. It's so difficult. OK, nobody died, but my former life did, you know?