Cringe

I just looked at my schedule for August, and almost crapped a rusty metal can full of rabid muskrats. Being a Taurus, I thrive on spontaneous gatherings and events, especially at my place. But when the list of pre-scheduled events gets crammed full of social obligations, I get a little tense. So when I saw that my August Outlook schedule was three-quarters covered with bold numbers (signifying You Have Something Going On This Day), and clicked through them to see that in fact I have Two Or Three Important Somethings Going On Most Days, I panicked.

So the week after we close Fiddler, I'm not scheduling a damn thing. The kids will be done with swimming lessons, Kayleigh and I won't have rehearsal, we won't be performing or taking road trips or hosting friends from different countries. It will be breathing time.

I put in Gosford Park this morning, thinking I'd missed it in the theater (which I had), but about 10 minutes in, I realized I'd seen it. I think Sam and I rented it shortly after it came out on DVD. Stupid widder-brain.

I must say I really enjoyed reading about my pal LL Cool P's quest for religion and her experience at the Unitarian church in Hollywood. I wish her well on her walkabout. My own journey took a lifetime, and is still evolving - although I've found my ideal master theology in the 18th Century tradition of deism. For those who are unfamiliar with the deist philosophy, it is a practice of humble observance of the divine through reasoned thought. Essentially, the proof of the Creator is in the Creation, and anything else is a limitation of God. It asserts that whenever you get into whose martyr/messiah/spokesman is more worthy, that's where you get into trouble. It is a theology of faith through reason, not blind recitation and dogma. Many of the founding fathers of this country were deists: George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, Benjamin Franklin, Ethan Allen, and Thomas Paine who wrote, "The Word of God is in the Creation we behold: And it is in this word, which no human invention can counterfeit or alter, that God speaketh universally to man."

Although I'm really considering a conversion to Pastafarianism (worship of the Flying Spaghetti Monster). Sorry. Couldn't resist another link to that site.