Joan of Arc
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Me and J caught up for dinner and drinks at the Cult tonight and we got talking about my hunt for the perfect apartment and just how well it mirrors our joint search for the perfect man. In this city of seemingly infinite possibility - on both counts - we still turn up empty-handed.
So we laughed about The Holy Army - that collection of angels and saints you're supposed to pray to in order to get certain things. You know what I mean - St Anthony to help you find things, St Christopher to give you safe passage somewhere, a St Joseph statue buried on his head in the backyard will help your potatoes grow big & strong...or he does something like that - it all got a bit confused towards the end.
My confirmation saint from seventh grade is St Joan of Arc and so I guess I should look to her to put a good word in for me with the other saints, right? On her own, St Joan is the patron saint of people ridiculed for their piety (according to a website I just visited, since I had no idea). Hmm. I am supposed to look to her to give me faith. I like that idea. It's generic, and it gives me some likelihood of success.
Given that she was a fairly militant lass herself, with little time for men from any walk of life, my chances of a love match courtesy of Joan are fairly slim. Perhaps she'll chat to St Catherine about that one.
I might just leave it to Joan to put a good word in for me about the apartment I'm going to see this Saturday morning. Without her intervention, I may just find myself praying to St Jude - the patron saint of lost causes.