is that it's so fucking expensive and mostly constructed to fit with the whole "nuclear family" paradigm in mind.
I've been thinking about opening another Catholic Worker house for a few years and am coming to a point in my life where I would be very happy if it came about sooner than later. I've got a fair ammount of capital because of inheritance and a generous donation from my family but it still isn't enough to get a place in the city and there doesn't seem to be anything like what I envision out there in the Gulf, the inside passage, or on Van Island. Also there've been some changes take place as to who is interested in helping this take shape and I've been left feeling a little scattered. I'll be discussing all of this in greater detail both with my girlfriend and with anyone else interested in opening a Catholic Worker house. I havn't been updating this blog nearly at all but I hope that I can use it as a sounding board for this process and maybe aid in discerning how to proceed. Honestly folks I'm really kind of going on faith alone, maybe this is the best way to do it but at the same time it's a little rattling because I just don't know what's on the horizon.
I guess I should add to this post by telling you about what's been going on in my life. Well Let's start with the Girlfriend.
you know how God works in mysterious ways well I think about how we came together and all I can do is shake my head in amazement.
Two years ago Gary invited me to Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Vogue Theatre. I met some of his friends, one of whom was stunning and I spent the whole evening working up the nerve to ask her for her number. I didn't quite get up enough nerve for that but I did give her my number all the while not really expecting anything to come of it.
She didn't call me back and so I shrugged it off and went on with my life. Now I'd like to fast forward to the day I got back from Kenora. I was on MSN with Garey and he asked me if he gave me this girl's number would I call her. Well my first thoughts were that he was drunk and wanted me to call her for him or something and after assuring me that he was neither he told me her story.
This was the same girl I had given my number to a few years earlier. I was the first guy to ever give his number to her and she'd been wondering wether or not to call it for two years. Finally her best friend decided to go behind her back and get Gary to get me to call her. After having my memory jogged I took down her number and after our conversation finished I decided that if I didn't call her then I might forget or something so I called her up and we made a date to go for coffee. I was really kind of nervous that she wouldn't show up or that we wouldn't have anything in common or that it would be a dissappointment in some other unforseen way but from the moment I saw her at the cafee there was this chemistry that I'm at a loss to describe except to say that I was swept up in it.
We sat and talked for a couple of hours and then left and went for a walk and then we ended our date cuddling on a park bench we caught the bus down Main and as we left each other I think that the both of us were equally blissed out. We made plans to go to a movie a few days later and the next day we hung out while I got the Radical printed and did a couple of other errands. We've spent almost every day together since then and it's been wonderful.
I feel so comfortable around Yvonne I've been able to tell her things about my life that I'm not usually very forthcoming about and I've told her things that no one else knows about. She's told me a lot about her family and what it was like being home schooled. There's nights when we just lay in each others arms and talk and look into eachothers eyes, she's got these eyes that look a bit like a solar eclypse and this smile that turns me into dumb. Just writing this entry has me grinning like an idiot, in short I'm crazy about her, and the really amazing part is that it's mutual.
I'm sure I'll have more to share later but right now I want to watch homestar runner and go to sleep, she's coming to my mom's with me tomorrow.
