Mother Confessor, it has been 39 years since my last confession. I went to see a movie tonight. With my mother. At a movie theater. First Run. Without coupons. AND it WAS NOT a documentary! REPENT! REPENT!
Yes, dear reader - it is TWUE like Princess Bride love. I did a normal American event and it was great. Mama and I saw "Julie and Julia" or we might have seen "Julia and Julie" and it is possible that we saw "Who knew Stanley Tucci was such a cutie?" Whatever the name - we enjoyed it.
I enjoyed the following elements: tall women were featured; incredible beef stew was cooked three separate times; they flashed Virginia Diner peanuts - the best peanuts in the world; Stanley Tucci looked very sexy (who knew?); and they made the Auspicious Jots/Lizard Eater friendship into a plotline. My mother was also featured in the film in the role of Julie's Texas mother. My mother is sweeter. But my mother is sweeter than all Texas mothers from what I hear.
I was not aware that the film would feature blogging so prominently because I do not do normal American things like see previews of movies or read reviews. Or did not do until the career change, retirement, sabbatical, or whatever it is I am doing with my life these days. Maybe this is why I did not get the Tucci Cutie memo before now.
But it was not the blogger who had the AJ/LE relationship. It was Chef Julia herself and some gal named Azil or Alberta or another appropriate mid-20th century name. They were best of friends and did not meet for 8 years because they were pen pals. It took Lizard Eater only two years to get to me in person. But had her husband not bought the ticket, it would have taken us 8. At least.
The movie made me think of all the nice things that have come into my life thanks to blogging.
* You, of course, are the best part of it (don't tell the others that you are truly my favorite.) But I also have met other delightful people all over the country and even in some land north of us that I still believe may be myth.
* I have had the unnerving but flattering experience of meeting people in person who said, "I read your blog" with an honest to goodness smile on their faces.
* I got to know my congregation better through face to face conversations inspired by the blog.
* And a few people each year, sitting in their PJs at 3 AM got to meet their first Unitarian Universalist.
All good things. Might I even hazard these are... auspicious?
The less auspicious moments are mostly predictable.
* My mother thought it was the stupidest thing she ever heard of. She groaned and rolled her eyes every time it was mentioned for at least six months.
* I ticked off a band with my prediction that they would burn out or become wildly famous. I was sadly right about the burnout, it would seem.
* The only thing I really enjoy writing about is death and dying which is hard to build a fan base on.
* I live with chronic illness and sometimes rotten luck, so I often did not want to write honestly about those things.
With all of this in mind, I gave myself a September 1 deadline to decide if I would continue the blog in my post-ministerial state.
I have decided.
5 comments:
are you going to tell us? :)
Annnd? I'm new, you can't leave now. There are a lot of us out here living with chronic illness (and death, no one gets past that one).
"Baby, please don't go!" It has been auspicious for your readers, too...anyhoo, we all know death and dying is really about living life...so please stay and write what you will and we will stay and read, traveling together on this journey -"The road goes on forever and the party never ends!"
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Waaal, at least your mama knows what a blog is. My mother not only is bewildered by this whole "blog" thing, doesn't even get on the computer to email. She makes my dad print out the emails I send. 's truth.
And our mamas were equally convinced that flying across the country to a "stranger's" house and allowing a "stranger" to come stay in your house were the beginning of a Lifetime movie. The kind with high suspense music, woman in peril.
Come to think of it, there was high suspense music. "What ever will they do next?"
We *cause* peril, thankyooverrymuch.
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