Here's a little Monday morning amusement: I'm in the middle of SUPER low-stakes drama between 2 nuns! For real, y'all.
I do the layout of the newsletter for my high school's order of nuns, and there is this low-key conflict between Sr. E, who is the nun I work directly with (she's like 4 years older than me, was in the military before she became a nun, and now she rescues feral cats in her spare time; she's awesome), and Sr. M, who is the mother superior (they don't use the term "mother superior" any more, but I can't remember what the correct term is).
The way that the newsletter is physically printed, the page count has to be in multiples of 4. Sr. E says there's only enough content for a 4-page newsletter. Sr. M wants a longer newsletter this time, and wants to know if we can go to 6 pages, or if it must be 8 pages. So Sr. M emailed me asking if we could do that -- go to 6 pages, or if it had to be 8 pages, and then she said "Maybe the printer is the only one that can answer that question." I've been doing their newsletter for a long-ass time now; she can trust me that I know what the constraints of the actual physical printing are.
So I replied to Sr. M telling her to think of it not as individual pages, but that 4 "pages" print on a large sheet of paper -- because of that, the newsletter has to be multiples of 4. She replied and said that makes sense, and THEN asked me to not tell Sr. E we had this conversation! Is that okay? One nun asking me to lie to another nun??? I was laughing my ass off!
Then this morning I get an email from Sr. E complaining about Sr. M, which just made me laugh more. Like, is THIS what it's like to be a nun?
I wish I could get mac here, but he works and should get in as much as he can. I can't really go anywhere to quarantine for 2 weeks that I can take the dogs to.
I have a feeling my family's T-day plans are going to wind up canceled at the last minute.
Yeah, I am definitely mentally preparing for that. And hope my mother is, too!
Someone mentioned dinner in an open garage with space heaters. I've been trying to figure out if we could do that. I think our garage would require too much cleaning out, and we'd have no other place to store the stuff that legitimately lives in the garage, even when we're tidier.
The only reason this is possible is that the prospective hosts just moved this summer, so it's not that garage-y yet...
One nun asking me to lie to another nun??? I was laughing my ass off!
Amazing.
but the stress of trying to stay safe is really taking a toll.
Truer words...
Oh, and I don't cook it on the stove. I just heat up a tea kettle and pour boiling water into the mug. Easy Peasy.
Fancy. I use the Keurig at the office. When I remember that I should both eat a thing and that thing should be oatmeal.
Nun drama is awesome, Tep.
I'm getting my JZ on over on Facebook because apparently all property crime is specifically caused by meth. I'm having fun. Don't think meth guy is but since he's super racist, I have zero effs.
The nun drama, oh my.
I put oat bran on top of my goat milk yogurt and blueberries for my breakfast - it's like granola, and doesn't kick off my texture issues.
We drove up and saw my parents Saturday - Peanut was so happy to see her grandparents, and I needed to go over estate stuff with them. We tried to social distance, but keeping my mom and Peanut separate from each other is nigh impossible. And now my mom wants us to celebrate her & Peanut's birthday together.
Relatedly, how do you spell the sound you make when you kind of puff out your cheeks and slowly blow all the air out of your body, so you don't cry?
Pfhhhhhhhhhhwuhhh? I'm not sure, but I've been making that same sound a lot. I'm sorry, Cindy.
Our family Thanksgiving is in Tahoe this year and since I already won't see them because everyone travels, mixes with large crowds and loves indoor dining several times a week, it's super easy to decline.
Relatedly, how do you spell the sound you make when you kind of puff out your cheeks and slowly blow all the air out of your body, so you don't cry?
I want to say "phew" but I am not totally happy with that because out of context it looks like a "that's a relief" noise and it isn't exactly that but spelling is ambiguous like that
I heart the nun drama! Nuns, they're just like us! Or something.
Cass, when life gives you meth, something something lemonade? Or maybe that ends in property crime. So many things do.
The Thanksgiving talk is making me want to bury my head in the sand. I have to deal with the baby shower on the 14th of November and likely won't want to deal with people at all for a while after that. I'd like in theory to go to NY some time this winter, but it seems unlikely.
Love nun drama. My experiences with nuns in Catholic school days were actually quite nice.
When life gives you meth, have fun do crimes? Hmm...
