Monday Musing

I made it yesterday – to the UU church, that is. It was very nice, in a very bland kind of way, which is about what I expected. I will try it again. But there was no immediate sense of spiritual connection or feeling like I’d come home. And I didn’t really expect there to be.

I will go back at least a few more times. I didn’t talk to anybody this time, and nobody said anything to me, so maybe I’ll go to the fellowship afterwards next time.

I’m thinking I’ll check out the Quaker service too – or meeting, I think they call it. UUs and Quakers both have a long history of being on the right side of social justice and that means a lot to me. Pacifists, abolitionists, supporters of equal rights for women. And they have long histories of people of integrity who stood up for their beliefs regardless of personal cost.

Of course, Richard Nixon was Quaker – or his parents were. So I guess #NotAllQuakers. (Which almost makes me laugh. Out loud. But not so much in a “that’s funny” way.)

And maybe I’ll try the Buddhists. There used to be a Buddhist group here that I went to once, but the person who was hosting and kind of leading it moved away and the other option seems to be a bit more formal. Still. Maybe worth checking out.

In other thoughts, last night, MP and I went out to dinner. There was a family sitting near us, looked like Mom, Dad, kid, who was maybe 8 or 9 and mostly interested in his handheld video games, and Grandpa. So, at the risk of stereotyping and sounding judgmental, the men looked like “good ole boys” in their ball caps and Mom’s accent was pretty heavily “country.” (I can say that cause I think mine might be too!) Anyhow.

Mom was chatting away about some woman they apparently knew and her dating life. The men weren’t saying a word, and I was not really paying attention, until I heard her say, in tones of disbelief, “And you know what? Turned out she was on some website – she was on some site called and it’s a B – D – you know, it’s a BDSM site.”

Well, I still don’t think the men said anything, I guess they nodded, but I was trying pretty hard not to laugh out loud. It was so incongruous. And if you’ve ever been on CollarMe, it’s pretty hard to imagine that this other woman didn’t at least have a clue where she was. And you know, maybe it was just me that was amused at the contrast between this most vanilla-seeming family and her statement. But I guess it just goes to show, I could be more careful about the judgements I make about people.

So that amused me.

Then, I’ve been reading this series of mysteries set in the city I live in. It’s fun. They’re not great books, but they’re cute and there are lots of local references which I’m enjoying. You know, one of my guilty pleasures is reading light and fluffy books for fun at the end of the day.

I prefer the “read free with Kindle Unlimited” series with lots of books. They may involve witches just coming into their power, or women building lives for themselves, and they often involve murders. So last night, I was wondering how come I never find any dead bodies. I mean, these people move to a new town and within a few months, they’ve stumbled across more than one body and solved more than a few crimes. But here I am, almost 65 years old and I have never, not once, found a dead body or solved a crime. How can that be? And I’ve always wanted to!!

Sigh. It just seems wrong. But such is life.

Anyhow. It’s Monday. Moving into a new and exciting week. When I hit “publish” on this, WordPress will inform me that I’m on a streak of 43 days, which I guess is nice. Do you think they’ll keep informing me of that count forever?

Here’s a quote to take with you into the week. I love Eleanor Roosevelt.

“Happiness is not a goal, it is a by-product. Paradoxically, the one sure way not to be happy is deliberately to map out a way of life in which one would please oneself completely and exclusively. For what keeps our interest in life and makes us look forward to tomorrow is giving pleasure to other people.”

― Eleanor Roosevelt

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