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Commas, they come and go



  

   Does laziness count as an excuse? I think I tried to tell my kids it doesn’t but it seems very applicable here.
   It’s sort of difficult to keep a blog going. You’re all excited in the beginning. You think everyone will read it. Maybe somebody in NYC will read it and you’ll become famous like in Julie/Julia or something. And then you sort of realize…that was a movie…and then you slow way down on posts. That’s my story.
    That and I do have a job now. My job is all about commas and semicolons and it’s so perfect for me. The world could be experiencing like a major, major disaster with Armageddon on top of it and I’d be like, “Wait a minute…did you just make ‘after school’ one word? And there’s no hyphen? Oh is that where we’re going with this?”
     I know Syria is having a little something and Pope Francis is rocking my Catholic world, but right now, if you try to capitalize something I’m going to Google that shit.
     So I hope those of you who read this are well. I really do. I’m working on hoping everyone else is well.
     In that same vein, I went to the Unitarian church a couple of weeks ago. I went because first of all, they were always at all the social justice stuff I went to for the Catholic Church so I thought, “they can’t be all bad…” and then I watched Raw Faith on Netflix and that only made me more interested. So I went. This was a big deal for me. I liked them. It was a bit heady. It was all the things I sort of think to myself but in the open. For example, they had symbols of world religions where the Stations of the Cross would go. And they spoke about Jewish traditions as a sort of reflection. And a Quaker passed out a flyer on Syria.  Nobody had communion which freaked me out a bit. All in all, if you’re a 52-year-old woman who is “exploring” her spirituality, it’s a pretty good place to land.
      But of course, being Catholic gets to your core and I’m not sold on another religion. 
      I have some hopes hung on Pope Francis. In some ways it’s like…oh, he saw the bishops I worked with didn’t he? There’s more to the church than rules and regulations. Imagine that? I have to say, I’m intrigued by him. I, however, must say I’ll be much more interested when I see a change in doctrine. You can’t change the attitude of the church by a nice example. We need action. Because…what’s faith if it’s not action?
     So besides my inner spiritual turmoil, I think you should know that I’ve gotten a haircut. I may post it here someday. My kids keep telling me, especially my daughter, that I should grow my hair. I ask you, do any of you know any attractive gray-haired ladies with long hair other than Emmy Lou Harris? And she’s even a stretch. I thought not.
               

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