Weekends again?

I feel it creeping closer to me, it caresses my brow with its fingertips and echoes a call through the wind. "jjjjjjjjjjelkie.....jjjjjjelkie....."

It's trying to seduce me into madness again, how will I avoid the inevitable?

But WHAT is the inevitable?

Is it following the patterns of the last 25.5 years of my life or is that change I feel swaying with the wind....?

I believe there will come a twist. A change. Sumsink different, this weekend.

I have booked in to see Sister Francis Helen Hunt at the Lady Help My Christian Missions in Elsternwick.

Although, Elsternwick is largely associated with the Jewish community, there appears to be a small, very very small Catholic area as well.

Perhaps this weekend will see me fulfill a lifelong ambition which has tempted me since I was a little tomboy, running around after farm animals.

Maybe, now the time has finally arrived for me to be gone with my soiled clothes and don a new type apparel.

Jelkie in the habit. The habitat. The moccasins. I don't think Nuns wear moccasins. I'm getting confused with the Native American Indian Shamans.

Hmmmmmmm. I bet $50 I could not only get into the Sisterhood of traveling Nuns, but I could also lead all the Sister's down the dark and evil path of Staying Up Late experimenting with cyclo's.

Hang on, hang on. Wait. Aren't I thinking about joining the Sisters Yo' to make myself a better person.

Well if I'm spoiled and beyond repair I want everyone else to be as well.

How negative was that? I can't believe my eyes....

Stop. Hammer time.