How the heck is it August?
I was going to post about my crazy trip home a few weekends ago, when a 5 hour trip turned into an 8 hour trip because of a fatal accident in Kentucky and a road closure (the closure of a road that happened to be the road I was
driving sitting on at the time). But no one wants to see pictures of a long line of traffic and people standing around on tarmac in 99 degree heat with news helicopters circling overhead.
It was not a fun ride home. Luckily, the wedding was fun, even if it was about four times hotter than that stretch of asphalt with overheating cars had been the night before.
Now it’s back to the routine — work during the day, a bit of social life in the evenings, and lots of still-unpacked boxes from the move. I’m to the point in unpacking where I have everything I need on a daily basis unpacked, and the things I need occasionally are usually found in a box somewhere within five or ten minutes of searching. It’s a dangerous place to be, so it’s a good thing I’m hosting book club next week or else I might never finish unpacking.
The other news to report is that I’m not entering the Nashville Dominicans next week, contrary to the picture on the front page of the Arlington Diocese’s newspaper.
There’s nothing like a picture of you laughing with some Sisters with the headline, “So you want to be a nun?”
Matrimonial hopes dashed.
Now, don’t get me wrong– I love the Sisters, I love working for the Sisters, and some of my best friends down here are Sisters. (The two Sisters I’m laughing with in the picture, actually.) But the picture might be taken out of context when my friends out in Virginia pull their mail out of the mailboxes this week. So I just wanted to clarify that.
When I called my sister to make sure I had understood her correctly — I’m on the front page? The front page of the print edition? (we had already laughed about me being on the front page of the website for a few days) She called to my nephews, “Who was on the front page of the newspaper today?” And I heard a chorus of little voices: “Joannie!”
Ah, life is never boring.