In a nutshell: Exciting, awesome, scary, unsure, stressful, dramatic...
Hmm.. I suppose I could go on and on, or I can just tell you.
On Friday I had the pleasure of eating dinner with my friend Eric, who I rarely get to see. We had some great food and great conversation. I got some knitting done and finished watching Firefly.
On Saturday I went to my friend Melissa's sort of "Yay I got a new apartment" dinner party. That was great. Tasty Mexican food. Good company. Then we went back to the shiny new apartment and had some coffee and chats. I miss talking to you, Melissa. :( I left there and did my single woman hear me roar sleeping around thing. Well, not really sleeping around thing. I didn't quite make it home, though. ;)
I woke up Sunday really excited. I'd planned with a friend the day before to go to the Inner Faith Thanksgiving Service at the Beth Israel temple. I think it's a temple, you know, the place, where Jewish people worship. Can't think. Clowns have eaten my brains. I'd been excited about it for quite a while because the idea of so many faiths and backgrounds coming together and worshiping under one roof just fascinates me. So I helped my friend with stuff because she was in the procession of religious leaders. It was amazing. There was drumming, singing, dancing, praying, bell ringers, a sitar, and people from all walks of life. I sat next to some really cool people. One lady was nice enough to show me her iPhone. Oh man. Those phones are so sexy.
Then came the part where we got up and greeted eat other. The lady who showed me her phone was the first to ask how it is we greet each other in my religion. "Hi" in Wiccan is either "Blessed Be" or "Merry Meet." I tend to like merry meet, so that's what I told everyone I greeted. The lady on the other side of me asked what religion I was. I told her I was Wiccan.
She was so excited. I wasn't expecting that. At all. Everyone was excited there was representation from within the Wiccan/Pagan community. Even the Unitarian Univeralist Minster in front of me. He didn't surprise me so much. Those guys kind of like us. It was an event of amazing unity. I had tears in my eyes through most of it. I do now, writing this. I didn't ever anticipate such acceptance. The service ended, and my friend and I found a respectful place to smoke a cigarette, then we went for the food. By the time we got to it, there were scraps of this and that. I got a bite of this and a taste of that.
I was satisfied.
My friend. Well. My High Priestess remarked it was like Jesus and the loaves. I believe when people are gathered, in unity and love, when we go to break bread, there will be enough to go around. I saw it. I felt it. I was satisfied with bits of this and that. So was she, and the guys behind me. It was an amazing experience.
From the time I got done with that up until about two hours ago, I've been researching and writing, rewriting, reading, re-researching, and writing more on this memo I've been working on for my research class. Brain over load. I'm surprised I'm writing now, actually.
The last thing I wanted to talk about was last night. I spent a good five hours at the Law Library. I love that place. I do. I decided to give a friend of mine a ride before heading home. On my way to pick him up, I was sitting on the feeder road, waiting for the light and there was this homeless man with a squeegee. And I'd heard stories about the guys with the squeegee's not taking no for an answer. I vaguely glanced his way, just watching traffic, and he did it. He started squeegeeing my windshield without asking, without being asked or prompted in anyway.
So, says I, in my pathologically polite way, "No, but, thank you."
He kept on.
I actually rolled the window down, I know he heard me ask him to stop the first time, so I said in my not so polite way, "You need to get the fuck away from my car."
So he stopped. And wondered off.
What the hell is wrong with people these days?
Hmm.. I suppose I could go on and on, or I can just tell you.
On Friday I had the pleasure of eating dinner with my friend Eric, who I rarely get to see. We had some great food and great conversation. I got some knitting done and finished watching Firefly.
On Saturday I went to my friend Melissa's sort of "Yay I got a new apartment" dinner party. That was great. Tasty Mexican food. Good company. Then we went back to the shiny new apartment and had some coffee and chats. I miss talking to you, Melissa. :( I left there and did my single woman hear me roar sleeping around thing. Well, not really sleeping around thing. I didn't quite make it home, though. ;)
I woke up Sunday really excited. I'd planned with a friend the day before to go to the Inner Faith Thanksgiving Service at the Beth Israel temple. I think it's a temple, you know, the place, where Jewish people worship. Can't think. Clowns have eaten my brains. I'd been excited about it for quite a while because the idea of so many faiths and backgrounds coming together and worshiping under one roof just fascinates me. So I helped my friend with stuff because she was in the procession of religious leaders. It was amazing. There was drumming, singing, dancing, praying, bell ringers, a sitar, and people from all walks of life. I sat next to some really cool people. One lady was nice enough to show me her iPhone. Oh man. Those phones are so sexy.
Then came the part where we got up and greeted eat other. The lady who showed me her phone was the first to ask how it is we greet each other in my religion. "Hi" in Wiccan is either "Blessed Be" or "Merry Meet." I tend to like merry meet, so that's what I told everyone I greeted. The lady on the other side of me asked what religion I was. I told her I was Wiccan.
She was so excited. I wasn't expecting that. At all. Everyone was excited there was representation from within the Wiccan/Pagan community. Even the Unitarian Univeralist Minster in front of me. He didn't surprise me so much. Those guys kind of like us. It was an event of amazing unity. I had tears in my eyes through most of it. I do now, writing this. I didn't ever anticipate such acceptance. The service ended, and my friend and I found a respectful place to smoke a cigarette, then we went for the food. By the time we got to it, there were scraps of this and that. I got a bite of this and a taste of that.
I was satisfied.
My friend. Well. My High Priestess remarked it was like Jesus and the loaves. I believe when people are gathered, in unity and love, when we go to break bread, there will be enough to go around. I saw it. I felt it. I was satisfied with bits of this and that. So was she, and the guys behind me. It was an amazing experience.
From the time I got done with that up until about two hours ago, I've been researching and writing, rewriting, reading, re-researching, and writing more on this memo I've been working on for my research class. Brain over load. I'm surprised I'm writing now, actually.
The last thing I wanted to talk about was last night. I spent a good five hours at the Law Library. I love that place. I do. I decided to give a friend of mine a ride before heading home. On my way to pick him up, I was sitting on the feeder road, waiting for the light and there was this homeless man with a squeegee. And I'd heard stories about the guys with the squeegee's not taking no for an answer. I vaguely glanced his way, just watching traffic, and he did it. He started squeegeeing my windshield without asking, without being asked or prompted in anyway.
So, says I, in my pathologically polite way, "No, but, thank you."
He kept on.
I actually rolled the window down, I know he heard me ask him to stop the first time, so I said in my not so polite way, "You need to get the fuck away from my car."
So he stopped. And wondered off.
What the hell is wrong with people these days?
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