Chasing Oblivion

I can't think of anything to post here. Seriously, I've been all but beating my face against the keyboard trying to come up with something. At this point, I'm just chanting NaBloPoMo over and over again. I'm 17 days into it, I can't fail now! Imagine if this happens on, like, the 30th!

So, weekend plans! I'm pretty sure I'm going to be heading down to the library and barricading myself away for as long as they're open. I hope to get some decent writing done, and perhaps some editing on my long-ago neglected NaNoEdMo project.

Sunday, I'm thinking of going to the Titanic exhibition again. It's only because I've been broke as hell lately that I haven't seen it a whole bunch of times already. After that, I'd like to take a trip to Union Cemetary and see if I can find where Albert and Vera Dick - a Calgary couple who survived the Titanic sinking - are buried.

And with ten minutes until midnight, I'd say that's about it, folks. Hopefully the weekend will give me some inspiration for some more meaningful posts.
 

Today, a prompt from the NaBloPoMo website:

Do you have a good memory for some things and not others?

For sure. I'm brilliant at remembering song lyrics and (ultimately useless) little tidbits of information. With just a little prompt, I could sing you a song that I have not heard since I was a teenager. Want to know something about the Titanic? I'm your girl. Ever wonder what episode a Transformer first showed up in? Heck, want me to recite an entire episode of the G1 cartoon? Just ask.

On the other hand...I am absolutely miserable at remembering anything that really matters. It takes me forever to remember someone's name. I'll sometimes forget what I'm doing in the course of actually doing it. All it takes is one little distraction (usually something of the above sort) and I'll forget that I was supposed to do something.

Thankfully, aside from work, I don't have much of a life to be forgetting about.

Earlier this year, I stopped going to church after about five months of going every Sunday. I converted to Christianity last year, but by the time this year rolled around, I came to the conclusion that it just wasn`t right for me. I don`t regret the decision to leave.

But what I didn't count on was just how much I miss the people at that church. Especially the "coffee ladies". Mary was especially wonderful, one of the first people to greet me as I walked in the door, always insisting that I sit with her during the service. Grant, one of the ministers, was always entertaining to listen to. It was just a friendly, welcoming church. I especially enjoyed the fact that it was an inclusive, affirming congregation - I marched in the gay pride parade with them. Even if, towards the end, I dreaded things like reading the Bible or going onto Christian message boards, I always loved that church.

Which is why, every Sunday, I wake up with this sense of loneliness, this feeling that I should be there, not lounging around in bed. It`s not a spiritual loneliness - I`ve taken the Kemetic Orthodox Shemsu vows again, and I couldn`t be happier - but...that face-to-face interaction just isn`t there. I`m the only KO I know of in this city, maybe even the province, and that can lead to some lonely times.

I guess there isn`t much to be done about that.