This Could Be Nothing, But I’m Willing To Give It A Try

I am beginning to think that upcoming book club meetings will be rather short, considering that now more than half of the members are reading this mess. Now that you will have an up-to-date, as it happens, information, I will have no fantastic stories for you all. We had better read a pretty enthralling book to make up for this loss.

But welcome readers, both new and old, to this jumble. Good luck.

Jenny and I did stuff on the weekend. I slept in late. We, of course, went to the mall in search of something for Smokin’ Hot Sunday, and rounded out the weekend with a Weekday Eve of sorts.

Saturday night, with not much going on, and Jenny venturing off to see ‘80s pop star turned Canadian Idol judge, Sass Jordan, I ventured to the grocery store alone. At the store, somewhere between my watermelon and bagels, I ran into a whole throng of people from my ward on their own shopping adventure. We exchanged hellos, and one of the people in the group was shocked to see me out, alone on a Saturday night, let alone grocery shopping. I explained that Jenny and I were getting quite hungry at the house without food. The conversation of amazement continued until I left them to carry on my grocery shopping and apparently, get back the rock star life I live.

However our grocery store conversation still continued, when on Sunday I came to church and one of the grocery shopping gang, explained to his friend that he had caught me grocery shopping alone on Saturday night. The friend’s mouth swung open with disbelief, and said, “I just don’t think of you doing something like grocery shopping. I figured you would have hired someone to do that for you.” I shook my head and joking explained my excitement in participating in menial tasks just like the common folks.

Who knew I was such a diva?

So to live up to my exhilarating reputation and trying to recapture our glory days, Jenny and I hosted a hotdog filled Weekday Eve last night. I am not sure if the location change has thrown everyone off, or if hotdogs are just so last year, but I think we hosted our last Sunday night fete.

A couple of years ago I talked about the Cusp of Greatness, a feeling that something new was just around the corner. But from the events of the past month, I can feel the winds of change blowing. And while I was maybe uncertain to let go of the past, I am now ready to move on. So hello to September and a goodbye to Summer 2008.

Wondering, if ever, you will call.

Patiently waiting to be chased.

Finding this all a little more than bizarre.

Good luck, and please, please God Speed.

As Always,