The blog has suffered a bit of a doldrum, I'm afraid to say.
I could make something up about how I was inspired by Saturday's ballet at the Aronoff. The three piece rep was incredible - Twyla Tharp's classic "Baker's Dozen" piece was just delightful. Solo piano music and whimsical gestures. The performers wore loose, flowing, casual versions of formal ware. The whole thing screamed Annie Hall to me. Just lovely.
I could also write about how I've come up with a plot for a novel. I've long thought about writing a book (I know some of you out there have fervently encouraged me to do so) and until recently I've struggled with what kind of book to write. There are, like, ten different versions of Bridget Jones' Diary out there. And loggers have raped many, many acres of beautiful forestry to make paper for crap that tries to pass as the latest Chick Lit hit. I don't want to reveal too much here, but needless to say I am happy I've come up with a literary concept I can try to develop. We'll see how successful I am.
I could also write about how I was up too late both weekend nights (you've seen the pics of the Pimp Party. Saturday night was capped off by a trip to the delicious, eclectic Shanghai Mama's.)
But I won't.
Instead, I'll mention a nugget from last month's psychic reading. My tarot reader mentioned that I have a need, a cosmic craving to go to church. He explained that as a Sagittarius, I seek some kind of justification for being on this massive, stunning planet. Hunter, as he was called, said he could tell (how, I have no freaking idea) that I hadn't been to church in a while (I felt like a priest had caught me stealing) and that I should make a commitment to return.
I'm still kind of mulling it over.
Sometimes it's hard to get out of bed to go to mass. Other times I feel like I'm not connecting with my church and so I'd rather spend time calling up God on my own terms.
Does anyone else find the humor in a psychic telling a Catholic Girl to go back to church??