It was an erranding day again, and we actually got an early start. (“Early” being a relative term around here.) We had several stops to make, but we got going with enough hours to spare that Daniel could join me before he had to leave for Mayberry. We can get more done sometimes if we spilt the list. He took a few things to Empress and I walked over to the library, then I headed back. Here is what happens when I walk in the door of the dog wash.
It was a Max Attack! I am greeted in a way known only to overly exuberant dogs who adore me. His head is turned because he alternates between licking my face and any other exposed skin, like a hand or arm. It really is the happiest feeling, for both of us. (You may also notice that I have a bright blue band aid on my finger. Yes, in fact, that IS another mystery injury.)
Look at this face! Couldn’t you just die of the cute?! And speaking of adorable pets, remember how his friend Jessie was so very sad because her people were away? Well they have returned safely, and she is, once more, joyful and pleased with life.
You can totally see the difference in her demeanor can’t you? LOL, or not. But we KNOW she’s glad they are home again, with her, where they belong.
I was having an epiphany moment last night, an observation really, after yesterday’s mention of frosting. It hit me that, eating really good fudge is like being able to truly appreciate frosting, only in a denser, more convenient manner. And you don’t even need to dirty a spoon. Just as I was jotting this brilliant notion down, Judy was commenting on how her favorite sugar-delivery system is fudge! Ah yes, brilliant minds, and all …
Some days I really wish more of you lived near by. Not only is our Bat Tree quite full and ready for harvesting, but the wall of honeysuckles has completely taken off. I did some rearranging of the vines yesterday and a wee bit of trimming.
I’d love to share my bounty of little clippings, but I obviously cannot ship them to places like Australia, New Jersey (one of the foreign plates we saw today), New Hampshire, or the wilds of Kentucky. It looks like even our neighbors to the North can’t come by and pick any up. (Waving at Carol, sorry I missed your call and even more sorry we can’t have dinner tomorrow.) Anyone local though, come on over some afternoon, and take a few of these home.
Here is a better shot of the newly configured card altar.
A few of the elements had to be moved around to make everything fit, and some decks had to face another direction, but it will be a nice set-up. As I was getting everything in to place, and after I had sat my wee self elf down for connecting with the new Crystal Oracle, one card jumped out at me. The message was about my powers of perception being strong right now, how the Universe is encouraging me to follow my instincts and feelings, relying on my intuition. So. That was cool, very validating. And, extremely positive.
Our card today is another good one, and I love this illustration.
“The Camel Boy ~ small steps, asking for help.
When the Camel Boy arrives as your Ally, he reminds you that asking for help will bring in the right people to ease the burden of your life. Perhaps a wise person appears to give you advice. Maybe you are moving and suddenly a couple of friends offer to give you a hand with the packing. Or you want information about someone and you just happen to run into his former partner, who gives you the knowledge you need to make the decision you have been weighing.
No matter the issue or situation, this is a sign that if you ask, you will receive what you need. Synchronicity is engaged when you request assistance. The Camel Boy never lets you down when you ask for help in lightening your load. Now is the time to do so – and to expect to get it.”
Excellent Sentence Du Jour: (this may be a new feature, depends, but it’s feeling that way…)
”The Burberry is just crying out to be vomited on. Puhleez.”
Here’s the explanation, because you may not blog hop in all of the same places that I do. Lora is knocked up, as some of you are aware, and she recently posted a picture of a very swanky, beige, and alarmingly overpriced baby garment. To which London Mabel made the above remark. I read a ton of brilliant, intelligent, and worldly words, all typed in by amazingly brilliant, intelligent, and often worldly, women. Sometimes I see a string of them that just shine like pearls on the sand. I am now thinking we need to round up a few of these sparkling gems, and lovingly display them. I’ll keep you posted.
