I've hit a blogging block I think. I've looked at this daily and thought I should be posting, but haven't done so. Not that there's nothing going on in my life ... I'm just not sure there's anything worthy of writing. Which tells me that I have stopped using this as a journal, and crossed that line to "what will people think? Can I come up with something interesting?" Not good. I've always known that when I journal for an audience, it's not doing me any good. So ... I'm just going to write.
I was fascinated by the coverage of the Pope's death this past weekend. As a Christian person, I was very saddened and yet also joyful. Sad that the world has lost someone who did so much for many groups of people. He was a true champion of the young and the oppressed. It will be interesting to see what happens now though. His leadership was not very forward thinking when it came to the actual Catholic Church. I've heard it all over the last week. His stance on women and celibacy for priests. His slow reaction during the horrific abuse scandals that have emerged. There is much much more. Again, I'm a cradle Catholic so it might be hypocritical, but I find that as long as I'm ok with my relationship with God, and I'm ok with my relationship with the world ... the formal Catholic Church is not going to stand in my way.
Interesting though, when my mother called me last Saturday to ask if I still had a bunch of pictures from an ordination we had attended. When we lived in Brussels, we were close to a university that had a theology program. We became friends with a group of seminarians from that university, many of whom remain in the priesthood today. One of them is actually a Cardinal (South Africa) and his name has been loosely bantered around as a successor. The chances are likely slim, but it's very cool to think that I know someone who will be in the Conclave. We have pictures (somewhere!) of us with him at his ordination into the deaconate (I think....I was very young).
This weekend would be prime baby making time according to the calendar. Of course, we have the kids arriving at noon today and with us for the whole weekend. Their mother is away for work. The chances of HB and I actually being able to engage in the prerequisite baby making behaviour? Slim to none. Pisses me off to think that I may have pumped my body full of a medication unnecessarily this month.
The time change has done a pile of good for my cheer. Loving that brightness that remains in the sky until 7 or 7:30 at night.
My new assignment at work is going well.
HB's band had an audition last night at an open mic session, and I got to hook up with a former roommate and good friend whom I haven't seen or spent time with in ages. It was a great night. Good food, music and friends. Life doesn't get much better.