The matter of privacy

I always struggle with how much to talk about here. Lately, more of it has been coming out in comments at other places. And I still find myself wrestling with it.

I have had some really awful things happen to me over the years at the hands of people who ostensibly loved me. And I don’t want to talk about them in public because they still have the power to make my life pretty miserable.

But I’m really compelled to write a memoir. Heck, I have one in progress already, with more than 7,000 online journal posts in various places. Yes, the life of a compulsive writer.

There’s a lot of funny amid the pain. I wonder if abused people who manage to come out of the wreckage emotionally intact always have a slightly edgy wit going on. Or, if the comedians with the subtlest humor always come out of warped households.

But how do I tell my story without eviscerating my very real, very living demons in public?

Ah well. You’ll just have to wait. 🙂

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Is it me, or are Pisky-Women…

… more likely to be astute admirers of English Literature, particularly of the Austen-Woolf corridor?

I’m starting to feel typecast in my own novel. Well, at least I don’t have a collar and a crush on the local police chief.

Welcome to Episcopalia

Now some round these parts might think to be all splittin’ hairs over this and that in the anglican communion, but really, nothing gets Episcopalians up in a row more than standing firm about their parking spaces.

Wisdom

Looking back on the last four months, worshipping with Hindus,
Buddhists, Indian Episcopalians (Church of India, north and South),
praying in mosques, participating in the mass in the Greek Orthodox
Church, I am reminded of a Hopi Indian belief. All people who worship
God faithfully hold a fragile string, but when they are woven together
it creates a great rope.

One of the many reasons I miss worshipping regularly with Father Jim. He’s been on Sabbatical for the past four months, and blogged the whole adventure here, and of course he gets back pretty much in time for me to, like, move.

😦

DFH will love this quote. And I love it because it ties in well with spinning yarns. It comes from the rector of one of my churches (I have a new sidebar that provides links to my various church homes of the past 30-odd years I’ve been alive. The only church that I haven’t listed is the one I was baptized in, but I can’t find it on the web: St. Paul’s in the Village of Flatbush, Brooklyn NY.)

Anyhow. I hope Jim comes back to blogging. I still want to podcast his sermons.

Maintenance

Playing with technocrati, again…

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weekend is fired

I know, it was pentecost. I missed it. I was having a bad case of holiday weekend. Ooh, we have an extra day!

not that i’m out having fun, mind you. I was on a mission to retrieve some furniture from my aunt’s place in pottstown pa.

it just hasn’t gone well. we had intended to be loaded up last night and on the road early this morning, but two things kept that from happening: 1. we didn’t get there until after 7, and 2. when we did get there, it was pouring.

so we didn’t get back until almost 6 tonight, because of all the logistics.

i’m so glad this is the last time we have to move for a long time. i’ll also be glad when it’s over. I suspect we’ll be using the rest of ordinary time to shuffle the rest of our crap from northern virginia to here.

the worst part is that we still have one more run to make from PA. It would be nice if we could afford the rental truck and do it all in one shot, but the stupid medical bills are piling up from my stupid pinched nerve issue.

ah well. i’m tired and cranky. Fortunately, I had a humor essay published this week. Enjoy. 😀

RGBP Friday Fiving

I should start doing these again, since they’re a great way of getting to know us.

1. Have you ever successfully quit a bad habit, or gotten a good habit established? Tell us about how you did it.
I quit smoking for the third and final time by taking up knitting. I quit caffeine because I was highly motivated and Lent seemed to be a good excuse for keeping track. I learned to control my temper by being more mindful of my own emotions and figuring out that I while i might not be able to change a bad stimulus, I could better manage my own reactions to it.

2. “If only there were a 12-step program for _________________!”
hypergraphia.

3. Share one of your healthy “obsessions” with us.
I’d like to think that my writing is a healthy obsession, but what with the pinched nerve business, I’m not so sure anymore.
I’m also completely infatuated with my fiance, even when he’s raging at inanimate objects that didn’t mean to succumb to gravity, honest.

4. Share the habit of a spouse, friend or loved one that drives you C-R-A-Z-Y.
Someone in my family is notorious for saying I never do [x annoying behavior] and then does it all the time.

5. “I’d love to get into the habit of ___________________.”
Being fastidious.

Bonus: What is one small action you might take immediately to make #5 a reality?
Throw away the garbage on my desk.

Bonus 2: Try it, and let us know how it goes in a future post!
I can’t! I have all this writing to do!