Wednesday, November 13, 2013

{Not} Learning Patience & Arizonian Adventures

Honestly, I'm writing this post because I can't think of anything more interesting to write about and it's been two weeks since my last post.  I'm nearly certain that being at a loss for something to write about is a direct result of actually having time to write.  Murphy's law and all that.

So, two months ago (has it really been that long???) I visited the Sisters of St. Thomas Aquinas near Phoenix, AZ, liked it, and talked with the Sister in charge about becoming a postulant.  I was ready to enter as soon as possible, but then my long-suffering priest (a.k.a The Voice of Reason And Prudence Who Is Always Making Victoria Do Hard Things) recommended that I wait and try one more convent before making a final decision.  So from thence I embarked on another stage in the ongoing saga of Victoria Learns Patience (except not really cause I'm still impatient) - this time, through waiting for letters from the second convent I contacted.  This process took about a month altogether, just to find out in the end that they don't have visitors' accommodations and they don't accept postulants until the end of August.  Bummer.  So now I'm waiting for the aforementioned priest-a.k.a-voice-of-reason to, in his words, "figure something out" and then inform me what the something is and how I'm going to do it.  I'm telling you, when I write my autobiography (because of course my life will be worth one) I shall call it The Waiting Game.

The convent of the Sisters of St. Thomas Aquinas - El Mirage, AZ.  (photo mine)

Incidentally, Arizona has captured something in me - I wouldn't say my heart, but definitely something in me is attracted to something about it.  Despite its extreme lack of grass and trees and clouds, I still liked it.  Perhaps it was simply because that's where the Sisters are, or even just because it's so new and completely different from anything I am used to.  I don't know.  But the two-and-a-half uncannily bright, hot days I spent there are pretty deeply seared into my imagination - pun intended.  Especially the first morning (I arrived at night), when I opened the door at fifteen minutes past six to singing birds, cactus flowers, and a strange landscape soaked in dazzlingly golden light.  (It was even better because it was early enough that it hadn't gotten hot yet.)

(also mine)

On the way back I had more plane adventures involving switched flights, a thing that was actually not a boarding pass, Victoria-caused security breaches, and sitting in Washington-Reagan airport eating Cinnabon at 10:00 P.M.  My dear readers, heed my warning: DO NOT eat Cinnabon, especially that late at night.  It will make you very sick.  I have since sworn never to eat anything from that place again.

Oh yeah, and if you're ever in the Dallas-Ft. Worth airport, do yourself a favor and get a burrito from the burrito place, the name of which, if I ever knew at all, I don't remember.  You'll know it by the fact that said burrito costs ten dollars.  But it is large and extremely delicious and will haunt your dreams for a long time afterwards.

 I cannot think of anything else to say and I have an unconquerable desire to end this post by saying "THE END" in big letters.  I am not fighting this temptation.



  1. Ugh, Cinnabon. Please excuse me so I can vomit. :P Your pictures are very beautiful! My autobiography will be called 'Hey, I Did Try'. ;) God bless!

    1. I know, really. *shudders at the bare memory* Thank you! Haha, that's a really good name for an autobiography too.

  2. Oh, I hope you'll finally find one that the long-suffering voice of patience approves of! Arizona's a decent place, especially at night, but you might like Colorado better (want to be a Benedictine, by any chance?) God bless and you'll be in our prayers!

    1. Thanks. :) I've never been to Colorado, actually, but I did live and travel around Kansas, and I did *not* like it. I dunno how similar they are, only that they're next door to each other. Thanks ever so much for the prayers!

    2. Oh, Kansas. Don't youeven think Kansas knows what it is. It's only similar to CO insofar as Colorado has dry plains...but they're only dry because of Kansas' bad influence. No, my dear, you must see the mountains in order to understand Colorado at all. (Or else, if that's not possible to do, try listening to John Denver, but even the only goes so far in explaining the splendor of a clear blue alpine lake.)

      Who said Texans were the only ones defensive about their state.

    3. Ah, good to know. :) Indeed, I can readily believe that Kansas is a bad influence on the surrounding's a sort of embarrassing blot, isn't it?

      I've just looked at CO on google *does* look interesting....sort of a blend of Eastern and Western US. Hmm. (I just love Google Earth...)
      Hehe, I think everyone's defensive of their states to some degree. Even I, and I haven't really got a state - I just like Virginia. :)

    4. Oh, yes, Google Earth is jolly, isn't it? Though sad to say I mostly look up places I've already been, such as my house. Virginia is very pretty, too, my dad says, though we've never been there. (Kansas is, well, Kansas.)


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