What Would God Wear?

So the other day Naomi asked me what kind of clothes god wears. Now we haven't really talked a whole lot about god. We have celebrated both Jewish and non-Jewish holidays, but god just really hadn't come up, and that was fine with me, as I'm really not quite sure what to tell her about god. She only noticed churches last week, and I don't think she really knows what they're for yet, and I have never taken her to a place of worship. So the other day I did tell her some people believe god made the world, but I'm not sure how much she was paying attention - but then she asked about the clothes. So I said I thought god(s) might not really wear clothes (but the idea of god naked was a bit too funny), but if they did, I bet they would be a lot like pyjamas, you know, like the togas of old. But as we gave this some more thought, we agreed maybe a god would like to wear princess dresses or fancy suits. After all, Naomi's favourite outfit at the moment is her Disney Cinderella costume (which is miles too big for her). So wouldn't god want to dress just like that too?

7 jobs and still underemployed...

Okay, so we have been around the world and back, or almost. We flew back to Belfast to visit Naomi's Northern Irish grandmother in mid-May, seeing old friends and family in the North, down South in Dublin and Waterford, with a weeks' holiday in Marmaris, Turkey (that's in Asia!), and a too-brief stop with more old friends in Glasgow, Scotland on the way home. We have been back for a few weeks, and it has been busy, busy, busy and really, just utter chaos. I mean, I haven't seen my kitchen table since last December, and we've actually gone and invited COMPANY for the weekend, which means I need to find the table! The tomatoes are out of the freezer, the kidney beans are soaking, preparations are underway for a vegetarian Mexican feast, but also I really must get in the clean laundry that's been hanging on the porch for at least 2 days before it rains, not to mention clean the bathroom, tidy the bedrooms, and find that darn kitchen table. I mean, there isn't even any room left on it to pile more stuff on.

And why do these things never get done? Well, because I figure Naomi will only be 4 once, this is her last summer before she starts Big Kid School, so given the choice of doing the dishes or taking her to the beach, I generally opt for the beach (I sooo need a dishwasher...). Besides, the weather has been fairly poor, so you really need to go to the beach when the opportunity presents itself. The dishes will wait (Trust me!).

Oh, and because I have 6 jobs, depending on how you're counting. And none are full-time, and none will make me a rich woman. Here's the list: photographer with home-based wholesale poster/postcard business (summer tourist season only), research assistant at Dalhousie University, Assistant Client Services Manager for the tax company (but seasonally laid off 'til January), model for my friend Christian's art classes (starts next week, and before you ask, no, I will not be doing it nude, not just yet anyway. Thought I'd go for scantily clad.), and the latest: instructor of photography, yoga and active play for kids. I start teaching kids workshops next week through our local recreation centre - and I'm very excited. I have a huge pile of books I took out of the library to prepare myself. The funny thing is, the only thing I've ever taught anybody was sociology, and that was to university students (and frankly many of them were a bit bored I think), so this will be a bit of a challenge. But I took my first photography workshop at Woozles children's bookstore when I was 8 years old (I still have the pictures I shot too!), so I thought this would be a good idea. And job number six, writing my cookbook. Yet I feel like I'm forgetting something...oh yes! It is 7 jobs! I recently listed with a casting agency, and got called to work as an extra on the cable show "G-Spot" less than a week after I signed up! Hollywood (Bollywood?) awaits...And then there are the poledancing classes I've been taking, definitely not work, but cuts into my time.

So, busy as a bee. No time for laundry, toilet brushes, sock darning...