We just got back from visiting my mom and dad. After going through the pictures just now I realized that there were no photos of my father. I promise you, he WAS there! Are you kidding? It was Corned Beef! We sat next to each other at dinner.
Our plates looked very much like this, only ya know, with more horseradish, pepper, and bread. But wait, I’m getting ahead of my wee self elf. Here’s the Home Decor I promised you.
Apparently, for this particular holiday, the bear gets a hat along with his sweater. I set the jar of candy there on the left, but she had it over by the table when we arrived.
That’s the “good” salt and pepper. The ones I always have to go in search of. This time, as she was getting things prepared, she saw them in the kitchen and thought of me. (But not in the nice way, she told us later. In a really bitchy way. This always makes me laugh. It’s one of our inside jokes. Who the hell else would I take after?!)
Here she is with one of her favorite boys. Please notice the colors of her outfit (they match the decorations, as per usual). And yes, that’s another one of her hand made sweaters.
J.D. and Empress brought excellent cheeses! And some really good bread to go with. There were also crackers and some little meat bites. That orange one was a mystery selection, had no name on the label. Turned out it was fabulous.
First Born Child (one of my mother’s other favorite boys) ended up having to eat slightly late because he spent some time in the kitchen assembling his boiled dessert. Which was quite custard like and very tasty. (I didn’t love the Sherry sauce, but then, no one expected me to.)
What? I don’t see a dog at the table. Do you? Nope, didn’t think so. Dinner was over, it’s not like there was a place setting for him.
I got up. When I came back there was someone (somedog) in my chair. No, I don’t think that dog is spoiled at all. (Okay, possibly he is. But don’t tell him. We don’t have grandchildren, really nothing else to say about it.)
Can’t forget dessert. Mom had made an apple cake before we all got there. And a cheesecake, ya know, just in case. Then there is the thing Jade created. Yes, we had left-overs.
See? Proof that I had fun. (Seriously, I enjoy corned beef way more than anyone should. Well, maybe not more than Dad.) Before we left though I did get a chance to make a cover for my Old pillow and the Bag Of Apples. I put them in the wash with baking soda and vinegar (which was what I had on hand). The machine was too off balance for a real spin cycle to be effective, so I just threw them into the dryer and we took off. Right now they are going around again. I’ll keep you posted.
Our card today is from my working deck, and it’s one of my favorites.
We’ve talked enough about Pentacles and Pages recently so I’ll just move on to the specific definition. (If you feel like you’d like more though, feel free to use the Search feature, it works great. And I have not forgotten the request for more details on how a designator card is chosen, I promise, I’ll talk about that tomorrow.)
When the illustration has a person in it, it is either you, or someone in your life. We are all represented in a variety of ways, our work selves, our home selves, our just-us selves. Keep that in mind as we look at what this Page symbolizes.
She represents study and scholarship (see the book?) as well as application of those principles. She is a deep thinker, one who reflects on words, meanings, and writing, although in a very physical sense (Pentacles after all). She is careful and can be precise in her news.
She brings a message that is two-fold, that of the “reading” type (back to her book again) but also that of matter (Pentacles remember). So we have to look at her as someone who (or an instance of ourselves) uses her brain to manifest. She doesn’t just sit quietly and read, she discusses what she knows, tells her tales with arm movements and facial expressions. She is like a living version of a story.
Watch for her to appear, or watch as you show a part of yourself that is like her. Bringing your information out and sharing with those who are in your life right now. Tell your own tales proudly and share those stories in a living, breathing way.
Did everyone Spring forward? Ack, I will in just a few hours, even if I am not happy about it.
Okay, here we are. Green beer day coming up. Never tasted it, never will. But Irish coffees I love. Corn beef too. But I am doing an all green menu this year. cream lima bean or split pea soup, mashed kale & potatoes, boiled cabbage for starters. Oh soda bread, not green. Have always loved this day, put up the coat of arms and flag and stock the Guiness. Glad you had a wonderful family get together. Vanity plate for the Wee Walnut, absolutely. Great idea. Mr. N home this weekend studying and catching up on food and sleep. Left a message for you in Mr. O’s facebook message center. Ah ha!
Oh wow, I should send Hanna & Co to your house since she missed out on our festivities. Sounds great! (Did you see that she has her new WA license now? Sad face from Oregon Mom.)
Rest up and eat well Mr N, it’s back to the books as soon as you head across town!
Yes! You FB enabler you! He just told me, “you have a message, better come look at it now so you won’t have to try and find it later.”
I am buried under a mountain of paperwork and grading backlog, some due to illness, some due to procrastination and some due to lack of adequate knowledge. I have only Sunday to rectify. Scholarly activities? Yes.
But story-telling? Dunno. Maybe I need to tell people about how difficult this is and ask for more help.
Maybe just stick with catching up on the paper-work and book-related tasks?
(Asking for help is never a bad idea though.)
I like the card, and I think that it represents me, but now I’ve got no idea how to start those stories. It won’t be hard once I’m started, though. I come from a family where telling stories is elevated to an art form. Doesn’t matter whether they’re true or not. Oral tradition is rich & alive.
There were several people I thought of who this card could really relate well with… those young, energetic scholarly types, not unlike yourself (wink wink).
Sounds like an excellent family food fest. The best kind.
It truly was! But you and I need to be discussing some up-coming food fests too. Like special days towards the end of the month?
Looks like so much fun! Well, except the corned beef. Mom et al. loved that and did it every year for St. Paddy’s day. The first year after I moved down to LC was the first opportunity I’d had to experience it. Thereafter, I let them have their party and stayed home with the cat, corned beef free.
What can I say? Among other things, I’m Welsh, not Irish!
The card is interesting. I always associate myself with cups, and maybe wands. And always Queens, because after all, I’m an Adult (technically). But there is a lot to this card that sounds like me. Certainly that’s the way I tell stories! And it’s not like I’m a normal grown-up.
Your family party looks awesome. My Gram also used to dress up a few of her bears and dolls for holidays, or at least swap some out for holiday-themed ones. Not like I ever did that. Nope. Not me.
Not everyone in our family eats meat so we make an effort to cook the veggies away from that. I do understand when folks don’t love the same things I do… because I know there are things THEY eat that I stay well away from. Got it, no corned beef for Skye.
Lol, so glad to hear that there are other people dressing up bears and dolls, but yeah, didn’t mean to imply any of them was you.
Why wasn’t I invited? Everyone knows how Irish I am. I could have led the group in song. Hell, I even have green eyes; I would’ve matched.
Oh. Right. The plane ticket.
The bigger question is: why the hell don’t we live next door to each other yet?!
That’s completely your fault. There’s no work for Magnum in Oregon. Cops, however, are needed everywhere.
I am catching up on everyone’s blogs, so I found it interesting, as always, that after I posted one of my life stories, I read your card! They always relate to my life-it’s starting to freak me out a little.
Your celebration looks like great fun. My grandmother always had matching outfits, and decorations galore. I think there will be no corned beef for us this year-no one likes it but me and the hubby. And he works in New York, where I think he MIGHT be able to get a decent corned beef sandwich.
@Delia: whenever I suggest we move, the Captain always says, “Where will I work?” I am waiting for complete telecommuting, so I can go west. But probably not to Oregon-sorry, Julie.
Lol, ya know, you are not the first person to call this card thing a wee bit scary and freakish. Oh wait, maybe that was ME they were calling scary and freakish?!
You and Delia need to move here! I can’t get to the east coast in my Wee Walnut, and I have the most boring neighbors on the planet. Oh wait, I wanted to live closer to the ocean… hmm, must re-think this entire plan now…
Given what it costs to buy a home on the Coast, I say we pool our money and buy a multiplex. Or a big house and divide it.
I’m feeling a wee bit lonely, you see.
A commune! Yes, I’m all for this idea. I’ll be in charge of laundry, someone else can cook.
I’ll work in the garden and do handyman stuff. And bake pies from all the berries in our garden.
Yeah, someone else can cook. I can do dishes, too.
Perfect card for me as I begin to research my dissertation topic and begin teaching a new class tomorrow…
Yipee, print that one off then, and carry it around with you. She can help you!
Looks like this was an appropriate card for lots of people, including me since I just started my course, also I was reading up on some ‘soul age stuff today and the seven role archetypes…i’m a scholar
Since no-one else wants to cook and I need to contribute to this commune somehow…i’ll volunteer for that one.
Of course you are!
Sure, you can share some of the cooking duties, with all the good fresh stuff Skye will be bringing in, we may need to get some more help though!
Eeee! I love this page.
Thought you did. You, in case anyone was wondering, are a blend of three cards (now). Two pages and that same king your dad is.