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The fine weather has me feeling a bit restless. I’d like to go on a road trip, something on the scale of last year’s expedition to Providence with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nottheterritory. I’m not terribly certain as to where, exactly, I’d want to go, but an experiencing a general outward urge.
Unfortunately, in all likelihood I’m not going on anything like a road trip until Midwest Furfest, which is in late November. I’ll be definitely ready for something by then, and I find October and November to be prime road trip season, for me.
For some reason, I also have a hankering to play 2nd edition AD&D. Or 1st, even. Or possibly MERP. I partly blame this combination of impulses on the latest edition of Knights of the Dinner Table which features some of the characters going on a road trip in a VW Type 2 microbus. I also wonder if the recent relative coolness and rainy weather has triggered my “fall mood.” I usually start feeling a weird need for driving long distances and playing crunchy RPGs when the leaves start to change colour.
Simultaneously, I’m also feeling unusually content with life and my place in it. Last night, after supper, I was sitting at the dining room table reading, whilevelvetpage worked on a craft, and the girls played in the backroom. The dining/living room is a complete mess – cluttered with books and crafts and games and newspapers – but I realized that this was precisely the sort of space I dreamed of having when I grew up. A comfortable, cluttered, friendly space.
All that’s missing is a shady garden and relatively easy access to a treed lot…and, like, a hot tub and some kind of enclosed gazebo for epic RPG sessions. But the essential friendly clutter is there! I just wish I could pass around the contentment.
I was also reflecting that my adult life, to date, seems to have been marked by a gradual process of letting go of guilt and worry about things, which, curiously, has lead me to be rather more conscious of who I am and what I do. Free from the constant friction between the inner and outer ideals, I can focus on the material harm and benefit of my actions.
I am describing this poorly, perhaps.
Finally,velvetpage posted an entry about Unitarianism today. People were wondering what I thought about religion, and our recent public departure from the Salvation Army. So, I choose to quote from Murderers and Other Friends, an autobiography of John Mortimer – a passage I read just this morning:
“As soon as we get on to the motorway she invites me to play Twenty Questions, and she says, ‘It’s animal.’ ‘Can you eat it?’ ‘No.’ ‘Has it got four legs?’ ‘No.’ I ask many questions to all of which she answers, ‘No.’ We play many games but I never win. Then I discover the secret of her success. She isn’t thinking of anything at all. I am expending great ingenuity asking questions to which there is absolutely no answer.”
This is my general attitude to organized religion of any kind these days. I’ve solidly drifted over to a sort of naturalistic pantheism, with aspirations to voluntary simplicity.
nottheterritory. I’m not terribly certain as to where, exactly, I’d want to go, but an experiencing a general outward urge. Unfortunately, in all likelihood I’m not going on anything like a road trip until Midwest Furfest, which is in late November. I’ll be definitely ready for something by then, and I find October and November to be prime road trip season, for me.
For some reason, I also have a hankering to play 2nd edition AD&D. Or 1st, even. Or possibly MERP. I partly blame this combination of impulses on the latest edition of Knights of the Dinner Table which features some of the characters going on a road trip in a VW Type 2 microbus. I also wonder if the recent relative coolness and rainy weather has triggered my “fall mood.” I usually start feeling a weird need for driving long distances and playing crunchy RPGs when the leaves start to change colour.
Simultaneously, I’m also feeling unusually content with life and my place in it. Last night, after supper, I was sitting at the dining room table reading, while
velvetpage worked on a craft, and the girls played in the backroom. The dining/living room is a complete mess – cluttered with books and crafts and games and newspapers – but I realized that this was precisely the sort of space I dreamed of having when I grew up. A comfortable, cluttered, friendly space. All that’s missing is a shady garden and relatively easy access to a treed lot…and, like, a hot tub and some kind of enclosed gazebo for epic RPG sessions. But the essential friendly clutter is there! I just wish I could pass around the contentment.
I was also reflecting that my adult life, to date, seems to have been marked by a gradual process of letting go of guilt and worry about things, which, curiously, has lead me to be rather more conscious of who I am and what I do. Free from the constant friction between the inner and outer ideals, I can focus on the material harm and benefit of my actions.
I am describing this poorly, perhaps.
Finally,
velvetpage posted an entry about Unitarianism today. People were wondering what I thought about religion, and our recent public departure from the Salvation Army. So, I choose to quote from Murderers and Other Friends, an autobiography of John Mortimer – a passage I read just this morning: “As soon as we get on to the motorway she invites me to play Twenty Questions, and she says, ‘It’s animal.’ ‘Can you eat it?’ ‘No.’ ‘Has it got four legs?’ ‘No.’ I ask many questions to all of which she answers, ‘No.’ We play many games but I never win. Then I discover the secret of her success. She isn’t thinking of anything at all. I am expending great ingenuity asking questions to which there is absolutely no answer.”
This is my general attitude to organized religion of any kind these days. I’ve solidly drifted over to a sort of naturalistic pantheism, with aspirations to voluntary simplicity.
