Pope Envy
Yes, indeed... your eyes are not deceiving you. The title of this blog post really DOES read "Pope Envy".
No, I'm not Catholic. Although in a previous life I might as well have been, because I am just always consumed with guilt, whether I have done something wrong or not!
Anyway, please forgive me, Catholics, for I am jealous of your earthly leader. (And yes, I realise the irony: the pontiff inspiring me to commit one of the seven deadly sins.)
Now, it's not what you think. I mean no disrespect, so please don't be incensed! (And please note that no one was more hopeful than me back when he was elected.)
My envy of Pope Benedict XVI extends far beyond the fact that he gets to live rent free in that amazing apartment at The Vatican with that splendid balcony overlooking the square. Or that he has access to a full wardrobe. Not, mind you, that I particularly want the mitres (those tall hats - even though the height will go a long way in helping to elongate a round face like mine) or the vintage vestments. Now understand, it's not that I have anything against Vatican couture. I just don't think the heavily embroidered smocks (or chasubles) will do a lot for my already odd body.
No, I am really, REALLY jealous of His Holiness because of where he is right now. In my beloved United States (O, say can you Holy See...). More specifically, because he happens to be in my siren city, the stately yet vibrant place that still makes my heart contract with longing on a daily basis: Washington, D.C.
After years of living there, I instinctively know that the cherry blossoms could possibly already be in full bloom around the Tidal Basin right now. I also know that in April, winter sometimes still stubbornly tries to claw its icy way back into the fold, causing the optimistically spring-like warm temperatures to plunge and to, on occasion, even make way for a last, spiteful snowfall!
I remember what it is like to be there during historic events: Presidential inaugurations (Clinton's second and Bush's unfortunate and undeserved first and second), an impeachment, presidential funerals (Reagan's), royal visits... Even if one isn't a direct part of the action - or even if one is almost indifferent to whomever the visiting VIP de jour is - one can't help but be swept up in the energy of it all. The air almost literally crackles with an electric anticipation.
Yes, celebrity is everywhere. Events of global importance happen daily in other cities around the world, but it somehow just feels different there...
Yes, alas, dearest D.C., I still have a total crush on you.
And actually, I totally covet the pope-mobile. (But before you think I've finally relaxed about driving? No, I have not. I want the pope's car as much for the chauffeur as for the car itself!)
No, I'm not Catholic. Although in a previous life I might as well have been, because I am just always consumed with guilt, whether I have done something wrong or not!
Anyway, please forgive me, Catholics, for I am jealous of your earthly leader. (And yes, I realise the irony: the pontiff inspiring me to commit one of the seven deadly sins.)
Now, it's not what you think. I mean no disrespect, so please don't be incensed! (And please note that no one was more hopeful than me back when he was elected.)
My envy of Pope Benedict XVI extends far beyond the fact that he gets to live rent free in that amazing apartment at The Vatican with that splendid balcony overlooking the square. Or that he has access to a full wardrobe. Not, mind you, that I particularly want the mitres (those tall hats - even though the height will go a long way in helping to elongate a round face like mine) or the vintage vestments. Now understand, it's not that I have anything against Vatican couture. I just don't think the heavily embroidered smocks (or chasubles) will do a lot for my already odd body.
No, I am really, REALLY jealous of His Holiness because of where he is right now. In my beloved United States (O, say can you Holy See...). More specifically, because he happens to be in my siren city, the stately yet vibrant place that still makes my heart contract with longing on a daily basis: Washington, D.C.
After years of living there, I instinctively know that the cherry blossoms could possibly already be in full bloom around the Tidal Basin right now. I also know that in April, winter sometimes still stubbornly tries to claw its icy way back into the fold, causing the optimistically spring-like warm temperatures to plunge and to, on occasion, even make way for a last, spiteful snowfall!
I remember what it is like to be there during historic events: Presidential inaugurations (Clinton's second and Bush's unfortunate and undeserved first and second), an impeachment, presidential funerals (Reagan's), royal visits... Even if one isn't a direct part of the action - or even if one is almost indifferent to whomever the visiting VIP de jour is - one can't help but be swept up in the energy of it all. The air almost literally crackles with an electric anticipation.
Yes, celebrity is everywhere. Events of global importance happen daily in other cities around the world, but it somehow just feels different there...
Yes, alas, dearest D.C., I still have a total crush on you.
And actually, I totally covet the pope-mobile. (But before you think I've finally relaxed about driving? No, I have not. I want the pope's car as much for the chauffeur as for the car itself!)
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Where are you??... [go] - Redsaid : Oh, TimmyT, I would have gladly accepted, except for the fact that the outfits are awfully unflatter... [go]
- Deeleea : Done. But hardly worth going over to read... more of a placeholder than anything readworthy...... [go]
- Redsaid : Wow, girl... Thank you! ALL YEAR, you say? Then again... it is only April, ha ha. Anyway, yes, it's ... [go]
- Deeleea : "Oh say can you Holy See"
Best line of a blog I've read all year...
You're so ace.... [go]
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"Oh say can you Holy See"
Best line of a blog I've read all year...
You're so ace.
Wow, girl... Thank you! ALL YEAR, you say? Then again... it is only April, ha ha. Anyway, yes, it's nice being able to have fun with words again. I've resigned myself to the fact that they are my friends, not my enemies. But also, that combo of what I've told you about on fb? It really helped to reignite my creative fire (even though you can't see it here yet). Now, dare I ask when the Singular Scene will be updated again..? NOT that I'm in any position to point fingers, or anything...
Done. But hardly worth going over to read... more of a placeholder than anything readworthy...
Hmm, the side bar looks worse in IE 7 now.
RED FOR POPE! I think you'd be the BEST Holy Father around. You could give out Papal Indulgences to all your supporters, or - even better - you could invent a new type of Papal Indulgence for the 21st century: the 'Chocolate Indulgence'. And I can just see you in that papal throne, too...
Oh, TimmyT, I would have gladly accepted, except for the fact that the outfits are awfully unflattering.
Besides, since Pope means Papa (doesn't it? I'm too lazy to consult the Google Oracle right now), what would the female word for Pope be? Mope? Fope?
And no, actually, chocolate indulgences sound way too sinful. I'd rather hand out Pope on a Rope soap. You know, in an attempt to inspire a bit of soul cleansing and all...
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