Cat and I grew up as bloggists starting on Diaryland. I had no idea what she wanted with me to be frank. She wrote things that were beautiful and amazing (even just on Diaryland! She hadn’t even written any books yet!) and she was living abroad in Japan which sounded incredibly romantic and unfathomable at the time. I, on the other hand, was a secretary living in Jersey who used her Diaryland to complain excessively about her mother. But through the years, we’ve managed to somehow be present for key parts of each other’s lives and I learned she cussed a lot too and liked cookies and macros so clearly, we were meant to be friends.
Now we’re both working on unfucking our lives through our own methodology and struggling (sometimes hilariously because sometimes the only way to get through it is to tell it as a story and make it funny). But Cat had a great idea about starting Abbey Nights in her house. When reading about it, my brain was so fried it was crunching so I thought, what a great idea! Jow and I should do that once a month! And I promptly marked it on the calendar to happen weeks from when I thought about it so presumably my life will have neatly fallen into place in a wonder of perfection and I’d be emotionally and intellectually ready to handle this.
That week is this Sunday.
Weirdly, my life hasn’t settled into perfection somehow. I thought maybe I could just, like, not mention it and Jow would forget about it and we could settle comfortably in internet forever.
Jow: So that Abbey thing is this Sunday right?
Me: (damnit) Ummmm. Yeah. I guess.
Jow: So how will this work?
Me: Candles aren’t really too practical for us. We don’t have enough and I don’t want either of us to go blind.
Jow: Agreed. Besides Downton Abbey had electricity and they’re an abbey—
Me: Right. We haven’t even started and already we’re watering this down.
Jow: We’re not watering it down. We’re just not Orthodox. We’re Reformed Abbeyists, that’s all.
Me: Hee! It’s so weird because I’m like crap, what am I going to do? No music, no telly, no internet. Nothing. Since I can’t do anything fun I guess I could magically cleanse the house. Or do a puja. Or connect with my gods individually. Clip the cats’ nails. Read my new book. Spin on my wheel–
Jow: Yeah just all of that stuff that’s imperative but never gets done.
Me: Yeah. That.
I’ll report how it goes!