HOW DID WE GET HERE?

Friday, September 23, 2005

On this crazy day when hurricanes are displacing the country's poor into school houses and stadiums, we're not anywhere close to CNN where every self-respecting person with a day off should be. We're in our backyard, huddled over a self made hole in the ground.

We buried a statue of St. Joseph in this hole.

It's not really that odd, in and of itself. We are trying to sell our house. People believe that St. Joseph is the patron saint of home selling. Saint Teresa of Avila prayed that Saint Joseph would intercede to obtain land for Christian converts, and buried medals with a symbol of devotion to St. Joey to seal the deal.

I guess what is odd is that we are Jewish, and have no business burying St. Anyone in the yard. It makes me wonder. Will this work for us? And if it does, what does this mean about the whole Jewish thing.

At any rate, this ritual shows you the state we are currently in over here. We are a typical Midwestern family of four who, since September 9, when I signed on to help run a great but undiscovered ad agency in San Diego, have been slowly becoming unhinged at the prospect of transplanting ourselves to California.