I’m not sure if it’s global warming, the movement of the earth due to quakes and volcanos, La Nina, or just simply how shit is supposed to go for us right now, but it appears as though we won’t be getting a spring at all here. All hope is not lost for the impending summer, we could still get some of that. Maybe. For now, it just feels more like November than the second before June arrives.
Whatever, this is Oregon, I wasn’t expecting much different. It IS getting to Daniel though. He keeps making comments to me like, “oh hey, listen… I think it’s… FUCKING RAINING… AGAIN!!!” Yeah, he’d prefer a few more minutes in a row that were dry-ish. Fortunately he’s a glass-half-full sort of guy, and he gets over his disappointment with the weather fairly quickly. We are both nicely distractible that way.
As I’ve said before, we make our own fun. Today was groceries, so we chatted with Cedrick and got lost twice (well, I wandered away and he had to go in search of me). Then we farted around on our way home. There are several possible travel options that we can use, from this intersection to The Burrow. One is the most direct, and busiest way. There is also the “back route” -the one our kids call The Way Of Champions. They coined this phrase when they were in school, and we go this direction periodically, when the traffic is thick or we aren’t in a hurry.
Now that it’s just me and him, being absurd and ridiculous, we’ve taken to driving this route more often. There are things we “check on” in the neighborhood. Because, as much as I wanted to grow up and be Samantha Stevens, I ended up becoming Gladys Kravitz instead.
We refer to this one as the No Forward Momentum house. They have not done much of anything for months now. (Keep in mind we know NONE of these people, we just drive by and judge them unmercifully.)
Now these guys, they seem to be doing better than the last one, that window has taken quite a while to get done, but at least we can see the progress. The houses are just down the road from each other, so they may be the same people. Or not. We haven’t a clue.
A couple of blocks further on, and around the corner, is this little endeavour. At first we were puzzled by where they were going with this project, but then it started to take shape nicely. (That retaining wall continues for the full length of the lot along the left side, on about three levels.) I bet they aren’t any happier about all this rain than Dan is. But they do seem to be making some headway.
As are these people. This is a duplex, and it had a fire in it sometime around December or January. There is a really nice dumpster parked right in the driveway, for easy access. And see, this costs us nothing, we are entertained and we’ve got a Wee Walnut full of food. Fun! (I know, we’re pathetic, but it’s all we’ve got. Polished turds.)
In business news today, I have made an executive decision. While my Hurricane was here she helped me with a few updates and showed me some new features that WordPress had thrown my way while I wasn’t looking. I tried it Han, but I don’t love it. So, no more auto-tweeting for me. The problem is, she’s gone back up the damn freeway, and I don’t know how to turn it off.
For those of you who follow me on Twitter, I am now making a blanket, one time only, apology for the double tweeties that will continue to happen. Until I can either figure out how to turn it off, or she has time to get in from the dashboard and do it for me. And if you are not a tweeter, disregard, this will mean nothing to you, and I should have said two paragraphs ago to skip this part.
On our altar this afternoon, we are back to my working deck, and this is absolutely one of my favorite cards of all time.
Ace of Pentacles
We have been over Pentacles tons at this point, so I am going to hope you know what they mean by now… matter, things that can be bought and sold, stuff we make with our own wee hands. Items of value.
Aces are something new. Something promising, something that is a beginning and starting point. They take what the suit means and run with it, madly and with much enthusiasm. Like with Tens, they are cyclically symbolic. Like a first step or fresh start.
I love this illustration, it just screams out the culmination of what we are after, monetarily or physically speaking. Look at that little path, so inviting, practically ASKING us to walk up there. As we do, we hold the Pentacle in our mind, we envision it in our hands in front of us.
As we approach the pedestal, what we hold transforms into the very thing we need or want. The item we desire so very much. It could be a basket full of money, or fist full of coins, doesn’t matter how you picture it, but it IS of matter, it IS of value. Walk up the path, set your Pentacle on the flat surface in front of you and watch while it becomes reality. Smell those lilies blooming, feel that cooling shade, hear the sounds of the trees and flowers around you.
Then look at what is right there for you to take home. Put it in your pocket, feel it with your fingers. Treasure it now, because it is yours. This is a new beginning, a fresh start for you, with the very thing you want the most.
Health update: still itchy on my face, not much red left and not nearly as swollen, but definitely not entirely gone either. We may never know what the hell caused this. But it does seem to be going away on its own. New development though, I cut my finger when I was trying to put away dog toys today. Long story, but you can damn well believe that I immediately reached for the magical blue stuff.
