Today most Christians celebrated the coming of the Holy Spirit. I had the distinct sense the Holy Spirit wants me to buy a red motorcycle, name it Pentecost, and call it Penny. Of course, I might be mistaken.
The same day on the Jewish Calendar is also a Holiday. Their celebrations commemorates the giving of Torah. A dear friend and one of the cleverest women I know made this response:
We celebrate the giving of the Torah at Mt. Sinai, where we all met at the foot of the mountain on our red motorcycles. It's called Shavuot, which is Hebrew for Sturgis. So...I think Keithey mis-heard the Ruach HaKodesh.
As those of you who have been following this blog know, I didn't buy a CBR250R, nor did I buy a Harley and head for Sturgis. I bought a Kymco People 250S.
After the adventure of taking delivery of the Kymco, I thought about naming her Reluctance, but that didn't seem to be it. Still there was something in the experience that needing to be claimed. The movie Crossing Delancey came to mind. I remember it as a cute little movie. The main character is a thirty-something woman who works at a bookstore in New York. She works with the authors who are scheduled to come to the store to do readings and promote their books. She becomes rather smitten by one particular author, who seems to have an interest in her. At the same time her grandmother hires a matchmaker. The matchmaker matches her with a pickle maker. Of course, there is more to the pickle maker than him merely being a pickle maker. When the main character finds out the author she is taken with was really looking for nothing more than an assistant with benefits, she is afraid she has blown her chances with the surprise man in her life. But there is a happy beginning after all, despite her reluctance. The character's name in the movie is Isabelle. And....