It was an interesting weekend. Interesting in the manner of how you might describe an ugly baby. I'm just kidding. There were no ugly babies witnessed during my weekend.
Saturday we went to my friend HALMG's handfasting. You are now asking what a handfasting is. A handfasting is a Pagano-Wiccan commitment ceremony. Its kind of like a wedding because people are committing to each other. A typical commitment length is a year and a day. If you decide a year and a day later to separate, that's OK. If you choose to renew your vows, that's even better. Often the couple's hands are tied together. This was no exception. It was a little bittersweet as HA was an old flame of mine from when I was in college. She was a good girlfriend and if I had been more mature at the time it would have been different. The most important thing though is that she was patient with me. She encouraged me to have an open mind and not to be so critical of myself. I am a better person for having known her. I was happy she had found someone.
mrs. mice asked me if I didn't feel left out because I was not asked to participate in the ceremony more prominently. I have been to several handfastings of my friends in the past year or two and I think in all honesty, yes. I wish that at least once I would have liked to call in a direction. It would be an honor for me. Maybe its because I'm a guy or maybe it because I'm Catholic. I don't know. I think its too late though for this wish to come true. I'm running out of Wiccan un-handfasted friends. There is a part of me that misses the old days when I was Wiccan and would do ritual. Is it wrong? No not really, not in my mind anyway.
I liked going out to Pomegranate and discussing all manner of pop culture items with my friends. I did stop over at the Toltec Center. I was a little ill at ease there. I didn't know anyone. I didn't get to see HA. They were singing songs that disturbed me. So I left.
The next day we went to go visit mrs. mice's sister. We drove to Sacramento. I met AA and CA and their 5 kids. I liked how loud and crazed they were. It reminded me of my family growing up. There is something about 5 kids thats like the perfect storm. It builds and builds and, really, there is no stopping a force of nature like that. We also me CA's Grandmother, CA's cousin and his wife. The BBQ'ed for us and we played Simpson's Clue. CA talked about his time in Iraq and I wanted to tell him how proud I was but I thought that sounded too much like being his dad or something so I kept my trap shut. Iraq sounds like a horrible place to be. I am glad he is home with his family safe and sound.
Anyway, that was my weekend. More Later.
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