Hey, I'm an Ordained Minister now!

I forgot to mention that, while in California for kadyg and baxil's wedding (a somewhat pagan affair, officiated over by a priestess and priest who are both ordained in the Universal Life Church), both emmorium and I became ordained ministers!

Now I can legally perform marriages in most places in the United States & Canada, and I can also absolve you of all your sins!^* Seriously!

Now, knowing my somewhat ...unconventional... religious history, I know that my becoming The Reverend Kevyn Jacobs may strike some of you as a bit odd, but let me state for the record that the Universal Life Church has only two tenets (beliefs/doctrine):

• to promote freedom of religion


• to do that which is right

I got no problem with either one of these, so count me as a ULF minister. I'll be glad to officiate at your wedding (for a small fee, of course...)

*Hugs*

Reverend Hagrid

^{*Assuming you believe in sin, of course.}

Michael's gone...

Michael left to go home to Canada this morning, and I am heartsick about it. Rarely have I ever cried at a parting. This guy really has got to me good. I guess this means that I am really in love! *sigh* I miss him already.

It also doesn't help that I am feeling sick, today. I woke up with a sore throat, stuffy/runny nose, and coughing up phlegm. Yuck. At least my quitting smoking for New Year's (4 days and counting) will help mitigate the symptoms.

I didn't get out of bed until the afternoon, today. Part of it was sadness at Michael's leaving, part of it was feeling sick, and part of it was just not having anything better to do, since I am unemployed again, my seasonal temp job at Port Chatham having ended last week.

Scruffy Rumbler called me today to tell me that he has finished putting together my new festival pants - he is so sweet to do that for me - and I can't wait to debut them at Breitenbush... which, incidentally, I registered for today.

I also dreamed today, of being a writer. Hmmm, strange how that one career keeps coming back into my consciousness. But I have no idea what to write, or how to make money at it. The only time I've ever been paid to write was when I wrote columns for the Kansas State Collegian, and I really don't have any desire to do that again. And I sometimes think I lack the emotional understanding of how people operate to create good characters. Although I am an excellent writer, I never have been described as an especially good storyteller... besides, I don't really believe in intellectual property in my heart, and novels have never been my favourite form of writing.

I suppose I should look at this again. After all, it would be a profession I could do from anyplace (like, Point Roberts, maybe? or on the road, even...).

How do I make money at it? That is the question...

*hugs*

Hagrid