Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Reformed Abbeyists

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!


Unknown said...

I haven't thought of Diaryland in forever! That was my first blog, many moons ago.

"Reformed Abbeyists" made me laugh so hard. It's an interesting idea and I may try it out for myself.

Anonymous said...

When I do candle-lit dinners (it's my Thing when I want to do something romantic and/or when I want to do something religiously significant - which probably works out to once a month, but yeah) I don't actually do *just* candle-light.

I do candles, for sure, but I also do lowest-setting on the tri-light (when that setting is actually low - my tri-light is weird), fairy-lights, or Ghost's desk-lamp (which is small, but very bright, and gives enough light to keep the parrot from panicking due to Dark, and also gives me something I can read by). Also: The kitchen is fully automated. I need lights (adn the stove and the fridge) if I'm going to get dinner dealt with in a timely and elegant fashion.
If I'm reading aloud to my girl - which I really like doing - I'm going to have an electric light to see by if at all possible. Even if it's the slightly-ridiculous-looking head lamp that we have lying around the place for doing repair work and getting stuff out of the back of the cupboard.

So, yeah. Reformed Abbeyists still counts. I think the point is to unplug from the brain-sucks (TV/videos, internet, social media) and interact with the people who actually share your home, rather than to be all "Let's be ludites for the evening!"

At least that's my thought.

Anonymous said...

Love the idea. I'd definitely have to be a reformed Abbeyist, or most of my books would be off-limits. (Downside of ebooks, I guess?) I'm looking forward to hearing how this works out for you, though.

Peeps said...

What a fantastic idea. I wish I could get my bearded giant to agree to something like this... It sounds like it would be divine after you recovered from the initial discomfort of not being plugged in.

Theo Huffman said...

My wife and I announce to our five children that the first Saturday night of every month will be Abbey night. Then we described what that is. The two eldest (teenage boys) had that look on their faces that said their parents had finally gone barking made liked they'd always suspected will happen. But they're going to be good sports about it. They love board games. That should save the day.

Deborah Castellano said...

@ Scrib - I would *love* to hear how it goes with the teens. Jow and I suspected teens would be the hardest converts.

Any Abbeyists (Reformed or otherwise) please feel free to post links to your blogs here about your adventures!

MG Ellington said...

We have a zillion candles that we are not using.

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