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August 23
A few weeks ago I was poking around on ReligiousTolerance.org, specifically with the religion quiz, and it said my beliefs lined up with the secular humanists and the Universal Unitarians. I thought this was funny, read up on the Unitarians, and decided to go to a service to see what it was like. Okay, good, so I printed out directions and tried to get to the one nearest my house. Even though I left at 9:40, leaving me twenty minutes to find a place that's about ten minutes away, by 10: 05 I still had no idea where it was. The church was in a section of the county where subdivisions are popping up like big ugly mushrooms overnight. And by 10:15 I was still lost in the wilds of Wellsley and Twin Hickory (thus named, the joke goes, because there are only two trees left.) Okay, I figured, it's too late to go to this week's service. Everything's so new around here, I don't think the road the church is on is even on my map. I'll just go home and find it next week. This was just dandy until it came to actually getting home. Ford's Country Road, I said. Yay, a place to turn around! So I drive down Ford's Country Road for a couple of minutes, except that there are no driveways. No place to turn around. And there's this red pickup truck in front of me, and things like soda bottles are blowing out of the back of it and hitting my windshield. Hmm, I start thinking. This truck looks like it's on its way to the . . . sure enough . . . Ford's Country Road, it turns out, is the road to the county landfill. So I turned around in some parking lot, drove back to the main road, and finally got home. Mom thinks I should sell the story to Garrison Keilor so he can tell it on Prairie Home Companion. I think it would make a good country song: "I Went Lookin' for Religion, but I Found the County Dump." Except I don't think you're allowed to mention Unitarian Universalism in country songs.
Yeah, so the boy I met at a Morris ale last year is going off to college. Not like I haven't had a year to get used to that idea, but I thought I was at least going to see him again before he left for New Mexico. So I've been listening to girl bands, which I only listen to when something's bothering me, or I want to forget that the male half of the planet exists, or both. Today it's been Dixie Chicks and B*Witched, this Irish pop band my sister likes. Heh, that's actually sort of appropriate. He likes Irish music.
Feeling: worn out, but stable Reading: I finished King Lear, which was the summer reading assignment. I actually didn't like it. I don't see any evidence that Lear ever understood or loved his daughters, so I don't think they owed him a lot of devotion. They weren't justified in turning him onto the freezing moors, of course, but I can't really see him as a tragic figure. He's just a sad old man who doesn't understand his family. Listening to: B*Witched. "Blame it on the Weatherman", which sometimes makes me cry but always makes me feel better. Highlight of my day: well....today was horrible. I guess the highlight was watching a soap opera with my sister and making fun of it. But tomorrow I'm going to the fabric store with my sister and to Bridget's birthday party, so that'll be good. Word of the day: Caledonia. It's some obscure word for Scotland. September 7 
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