Cincy seems to have a lot to offer. All sorts of events and things I’d like to go to. Why just last weekend there was a neighborhood fair right here in O-Town, getting people out in the square to eat, drink, be merry, and socialize with their neighbors.
Oh, we weren’t there. No, we didn’t actually know about it. There certainly were no flyers up, no banners. I guess it was word of mouth? No, we spent that night at home on the couch watching Sucker Punch. I was bummed about the missed opportunity. And D would have rather been anywhere else, I can tell you.
But I am (strangely) optimistic, because of a serendipitous message.
Okay, this is not genius, nor do I believe this to be some fated fortune cookie. No, this is just some needed encouragement.
This weekend is the St. Cecilia Parish Festival. (I know this because there is a banner proclaiming that fact right outside the church that I often drive by) I’m going to make time this weekend to go to this, and try to meet people in this community. This is complicated (of course!), because this is the big moving weekend, complete with helpers (finally!), but I’ll make it a priority somehow.