Why I Heart Catholicism

Yeah, that's right. That's my title.
Today's reason for loving the good ole CC- Edgewood College Library. Not only is it open for community members to use the computers but you can also print for free. Yay! Never have I been to college library where printing did not require the purchase of a hard to use plastic card that ate money like a pms girl eats chocolate and potato chips. Rock on Edgewood College.

Why? Why? Why?

Why do we blog? The lapses in my blogging are generally because I am not sure what I am trying to accomplish. What kind of justification am I looking for? Though I have not officially written in a very long time, I still consider myself a writer, it's an identity I claimed in elementary school when I began writing plays. Though I have not really written much per se, I can't let go of this identity. Much like I identify myself as a director though I have only directed two official shows. So for me, and I am slightly embarrased to reveal this, but it's the closest I can get to publishing. It's like a journal, heavily edited at times, where I can track what has been said and what has changed. I can read a post and no matter how off subject it was to how I was really feeling, I can go back to exactly how I felt when I wrote it.
So why not write in a more personal place where others can't read it? Does it make me feel important? Am I being self-indulgent even within this post?
Maybe I will switch my goal with this blog to re-discovering Madison. I mean, that is what am I doing in between long job search hunts and applying spurts.
I "discovered" that they have completed a new bike trail that conveniently takes me from where I am house-sitting to downtown Madison without having to compete with cars and irresponsible drivers. This was, thus far, the highlight of my day. There is something exciting about riding a bike trail the first time. In Columbus and California, I have had the experience, the trepidation which was much scarier because I didn't know landmarks. In Madison, I have the advantage of knowing said landmarks and having a relative idea of where I am within the city. It allows me to enjoy the discovery a little more knowing if needed, I could locate myself if I am in trouble. A luxury I didn't have initially in California or Ohio.
I am also re-discovering the Monroe neighborhood which has also been great. I was vaguely familiar with Monroe landmarks but that was all. Now I am getting to know the side streets and hopefully more of the shops and restaurants by the end of this house-sitting bout.
So that was my day. Maybe we blog to have some kind of outer connection, a way to talk without talking, catch up without interaction. It's scary in that light, but I guess that's what happens when you can become isolated so easily. Sometimes I wish we were back in the times of no technology, no phones, no email, no computers, where you were located and grounded and all interactions were personal. But then I couldn't see my words published on my pink screen like they were something more important than what they are.

Making a Home

I am unusually good at making a home. Not home-making or house building, but taking a sometimes unconventional living situation and making a home.
I am house sitting right now. However the guest bedroom that normally would house the house sitter is under construction, plastic taped everywhere the bed on its side pushed against the wall, so I must make home in the living room and the unfinished bathroom. I am thankful to be house-sitting. On my overall list of things to do- get to madison was number one after all. I do have a lease starting in June but this will be my makeshift home until. It is reminiscent of camping out in my living room which I did when my lease ran out in California. I can't stand when things are messy or out of place but my latest challenge is that there is no place so I have to be creative so even though I am in fact living out of suitcase, I don't feel as though I am living out of a suitcase.
It is a step up from being in PE. I was in my parents' home which is my home too but since my bedroom got turned into an office I feel like guest in my own house. The dressers were filled but with rearranging, I had three drawers and a half filled bookcase. It's a little better here, more space and I don't feel like I am getting in my parents' way all the time.
It has been difficult since I left graduate school. My job has not yet fallen out of the sky and I now just expect rejection letters. I can't think about a bigger picture yet because it's scary and overwhelming. I have essentially been forced to live in the moment. What do I need to do this afternoon? What can I do to make things work this particular week? Luckily, I was a squirrel last year so finances are not yet a concern. My biggest problem so far has been my bruised ego which I need to return to acting 1 where we were told to leave our egos at the door. I will leave mine at the curb and maybe someone else will pick it up.
Now I am starting to wax poetic which is always a sure sign to stop writing. Until next time...

Things I Get to Do Now

Here is a list of things I get to do now that I have not been able to do since I left for graduate school.

1. Attend my mom's retirement party at work. It's small, it supposedly wasn't a big deal, but I got to be there, hear stories of days of yore and eat chocolate cake.
2. Witness Natalie's first day on the UW campus. She is only six months old but we were paving the way for the future.
3. Witness the day that Natalie discovered she had a tongue. Oh, if it was only socially acceptable to walk around sticking your tongue out at everyone.
4. Watch my nephew get a first at the state solo ensemble.
5. Discard a book if I don't like the first page. Granted I would know so little about Elia Kazaan had I had this privilege before but I think I could live with that lack of knowledge.
6. Truly feel like what it is to be BORED. I love it and hate it at the same time.