things in life are going pretty well right now. there is a possibility for it all crashing down, but until then, here’s a list of things i’m happy about and thankful for:
1) first trader joe’s check is officially deposited into bank account. *relief*
2) gossip girl and glee. ESPECIALLY glee. i seem to have a natural affinity for tv shows beginning with ‘g’ (let us not forget the continuing obsession with gilmore girls…)
3) TWO amazing interviews for what is essentially my (post-sem entry-level) dream job (in minnesota). faith-based advocacy at the minnesota legislature? a salary that means i can pay off my loans and live somewhere and eat and even maybe get a haircut AND from time to time go out to eat? a job that utilizes my degree and is intellectually and spiritually stimulating? damn. I’LL TAKE IT. (now can you just offer it to me? please?)
4) dinner with other post-sem unionites tuesday night. a huge breath of crisp, fresh, lovely air, omfg. conversation included: poor lost coco the cocker spaniel, suburban epicopal churches, evaluation of minneapolis, the gay nineties, young ministers in the tc, missing (and not-so-much missing) union… it sounds maybe just like a normal evening with friends. but to me, it felt like this:
It’s been about a month since B and I moved into our new place, and I *finally* unpacked our final box today. In a flurry of labor (clearly in honor of Labor Day weekend…?) I set to work setting up our bookcases, which we have gratefully inherited from my parents (and the second of which we also finally received today).
When I was in seminary, all my books had to be arranged by category, so it would be easy for me to find them when I needed them: biblical studies, bibles, texts, and greek/hebrew lexicons, theology and ethics, preaching and worship, and then my for-fun section (which contains mostly literature and crafting books). Very functional, but not very pretty.
And bwa ha ha, now that B is the one in school maintaining a functional lifestyle, I get to have as much pretty in my book collection as I want! Which means that Harry Potter gets filed next to — yes — Mujerista Theology and Violent Origins (a book about the violent origins of ancient proto-christian traditions, duh). Why, you might ask? Because I am arranging my books by COLOR.
It’s no new idea. And my bookshelves are hindered by two main features: 1) I don’t have enough books for as brilliant colorways (have you noticed the Gilmore Girls DVDs yet?), and 2) B refuses to include his DVDs, which must of course be ordered alphabetically. Function. Psssh. Who needs it?!