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Eating and Reading.

            Before we even begin, allow me to clarify, should anyone mistakenly imagine that I suddenly went all conventional.  This is NOT a year-in-review type of post.  I am not nearly that organized.  Also, there are plenty of them around right now, you don’t need me to sum crap up for you.  In fact, go over there to the Important Women category and click on just about any of those links, most have really good (and extremely clever) book listings, with like numbers and creative titles and everything.  I don’t have anything even close.  I have OCD.

            Two topics in my life that I obsess over to the extreme, are books and food.  Food and books.  I am not wired anywhere near normal when it comes to these.  I have a major mind-fuck about eating and not-eating, dieting and not-dieting, my weight and how that reflects on who I am.  It’s deeply embedded and I struggle with releasing it on a daily, no, more like hourly, basis.

           I have these odd and compulsively peculiar habits surrounding my books.  I don’t buy many, except for gifts.  Mostly I stalk the library website late at night and request items that have been recommended by people I like.  Craig Ferguson is just one example (the rest of you know who you are).  He often has authours on his show, and I jot down their names, then later I log in and put that on the list.  But only, and this is a great big honkin’ BUT, only if I have read everything that writer has already written.  It’s a disorder, I am fully aware of that fact.  It’s one I can live with.  Unlike the mess that is my brain where food is concerned.  THAT shit needs to be dealt with.

           The reason this has come up today has nothing to do with it being a new year or month.  It has everything to do with what my daughter and husband brought home.   With Daniel’s new days off, and with Empress now being only half employed (when the booth closed, she lost her job too, but she has another part-time gig), they tend to have a bit of free time on their hands.  They had a Play Day this weekend.  So they went to a grocery outlet.  And a dollar store.  And gawd knows where else.

               Here is one of the choice selections they bought.  It is an  artichoke tapenade   -go read the ingredients on the label…. I’ll wait.  Okay?  Did you SEE this stuff?!  It’s killer good, amazingly tasty, super biter, and way strange!  I love it!  I ate half the freaking jar last night.  While I was reading.

              I just finished the latest book by Carl Hiaasen.  He’s a genius.  I adore his stuff.  It makes me Laugh Out Loud and frequently physically cheer.  Practically with pom poms.  I got through all the Lani Diane Rich books by our own Lovely Lucy.  (The Fortune Quilt was my favorite, there will be no secret as to why, for any of you who have read this one.  And if you haven’t, what the hell are you waiting for?!)  Another one I read in past few weeks is the newest by Janet Evanovich.  Very fun, but now I have to wait for her to write the next one.  I believe I have read every book written by Charlaine Harris at this point.  Also recently completed the new  Jenny Crusie, and the first one by Paula Wall (yes Kelly I finally got to The Rock Orchard, you were right, it was GREAT!), along with the John Edward one I told you about yesterday, and the newest by Sylvia Browne.

           There have been probably a hundred more this past year, but I can’t tell you all of them.  My “system” has fallen apart.  I used to have a journal (like Becky‘s) and then I asked Dan to make me a data file here on the dinosaur desk top.  He followed my instructions, to the best of his abilities (and belive me, those directions were exacting) but it didn’t do precisely what I needed it to.  So I haven’t kept it up.  Hence, I have no record of what I’ve been reading (other than the scraps and slips of papers in a huge messy pile over here next to me).

             My point (and I did have one) was that I eat when I read.  That needs to stop.  I don’t have emotional eating problems, or boredom eating problems (we’ve discussed how I do NOT get bored).  I just have reading eating problems.  There was an article in the paper this morning (yes my news is continuing to appear as it should, and their website continues to suck, so I had to google around for this link, but it is totally worth reading) that talked about how our brains fool us with dopamine and this process keeps us in the rut of bad habits.  We reward ourselves in not-good ways, our brain remembers this, and makes us keep doing it. 

              Now that I know my scrambled head is going all trickster on me, I plan on addressing this issue directly.  Keep your fingers crossed, it’s gonna be one of those complicated lessons.  The kind that can’t be learned over night.  I’ll get back to you with the results.

             Have I mentioned how many sweaters my Beloved has made for our grand-dogs?  Well, it’s a bunch.  He perfects a pattern, then he does it again.  Lately he finished one for Max, that I generously donated the yarn for.  (I bought it thinking he or my mother would make me something out of it, but it’s been in the sewing room for a very long time now, and I figured I could spare a ball or two of cotton for the cause.)                 The name on the wrapper is Key Lime Pie.  Okay, so maybe I picked this because of the label.  Fine.  Still, it looks good don’t you thing?  If Indi wants one just like it, we still have some of this yarn (like five more balls).   Ha, they could be sweater twins!

             Carol and BFB asked about the Dark Moon in yesterday’s comments.  I don’t have the patience, nor the brain power right now, to go back and dig through the History Quilt for what I have said about this phase before.  (But good question you guys, thanks for paying attention, I nearly missed it, damn I wish my new calendars would get here.)  So I will just give you the quick version.  The Dark Moon is another name for the New Moon.  We call it the Recycle Moon.  It is a big black pit of void, from our side of the earth.  So we treat it as a bin that can be transitional for our purposes.  Toss in whatever you need to get rid of, with the intention of having it come out the other end (at the Full Moon) remade into something positive and helpful.  This is a pretty well done website, although it seems to be from the UK, so the times don’t match with ours.

            Here’s our card for the day.  It’s from Colette’s Wisdom of the Hidden Realms oracle deck.  I love the illustration, and the message totally captures what I feel like right now as we wait out this last bit of Mercury’s Shadow Effect, not to mention how well it lines up with where we are in this Dark Moon phase . 

“The Ice Queen  ~  ideas preserved, nonaction, entitlement.

    The Ice Queen has come to block your movement for your highest good.  Let your ideas be preserved until later.  You can thaw them out and use them at another time when they will serve best.

The realm of the Ice Queen is the place of nonaction, and now is the perfect time to take a look at how far you’ve come and to ask yourself for a reclarification of your highest goals.

  Not all your plans can be accomplished at this moment.  In fact, putting them on ice allows for the perfect timing later on.  Don’t be too hasty in trying to reach your goal.  An even better one will present itself if you surrender and spend the winter with the Ice Queen.

  Perhaps, too, you are trying to do too many things at once.  This is a good occasion to choose only one thing to focus on right now and let the Ice Queen put the others in the deep freeze until a more appropriate time.  She will let you know when it is time to let them thaw.”

18 and Going on Errands.

  Current not-local, nor surrounding state, license plates spotted around town are: Florida (haven’t seen one of those in a while, and funny because Craig tweeted today that he wore a t-shirt with his suit coat, going for a Don Johnson/Miami Vice look), Arizona (hope it’s not the same one as last week), and Quebec (which is Canada, so I always think of Lynne in Calgary).  What we observed in our erranding this afternoon was that the neighborhoods and areas of town are way more distinct than we usually think (I mean, we know this, we just don’t often stop to consider it).  One end, when we had to go get building materials for the front yard deck, was SO entertaining!  A frighteningly unstable man tottered across the intersection in front of us and we thought medical aid may need to be rendered before he reached the other side.  Yikes.  As we drove through downtown (to drop off a library book) things became much more colorful and slightly exotic.  Several folks walking along with, or even playing joyfully, musical instruments.  Getting closer to home, I watched a young man peddling along on his bicycle, wearing a suede vest, and rumpled khaki shorts.  Did I ever tell the story of Daniel’s first year here?  He was supposed to bring home tax forms, and when he delivered the stack to me I realized he had picked up the ones for moving to a foreign country.  When I pointed this out to him, he said, “well that’s what this place feels like!”  He’s much more acclimated now, but still.  He did have a point.

  The Camel Boy ~ 33 ~ small steps, asking for help.

As an Ally he is here to remind us that asking for help will bring in the right people to ease the burden of our lives.   He is all about assistance, and making that the tune of the day.  Easing our load on to the shoulders of those who can carry it for us, those that want to lend aid, those that want to give their support.  When we request assistance, he never lets us down. 

    The contrast of smooth and vibrant colors here are so lovely.  The boy sits atop a camel that is draped at the saddle in a bright cloth of magenta with lime trim, blue and yellow accents.  He has an elfin look to him, hands held high as he plays a small flute, with such a happy feeling about him.  The camel’s face is forefront and so cute.  They are mostly surrounded by mist and clouds, with mountains in the back ground, the bits of sky peeking through show such promise for the day.  The entire illustration is just beaming with joy.

15th Day on a Full Moon.

  My calendars say that the full moon was this morning at 4:30 (my time), plus I made a notation about there being a lunar eclipse.  I should really look this shit up when I write myself notes like that.

A Craig Ferguson update: he has been diving with the sharks, and still has all his fingers.

  On the family front, my son has now completed his first week of patrol academy.  As underwhelming and overly militaristic as was feared.  Bleh.  He’ll get through it, and then he’ll come home.  Thanks Empress for putting dinner together (she texted with the idea, not like she made the food or anything, but she could have).  And Hurricane, we talked about you, making plans for the State Fair!  Oh boy.  Also, Daniel replaced the fuel filter and repaired the broken car.  Whew!  On the road again……

  The Swan Queen ~ 13 ~ transformation, intuition, patience.

      She glides our way to assist us with reflection on our lives.  She gives us the ability to see our transformations and to help us look within.  We are reminded that answers come from the depth of ourselves, the still waters within us all.  Listen for those quiet messages and visions we are all perceptive enough to hear, if we wait for them.

      The main colors here are all shades of gray-to-white with highlights of deep green as accents.  The primary figure is dressed in a feathered skirt and bodice, much like a ballet dancer, although you don’t see her legs.  She has a wreath of leaves around her head and there is a peek of ivy on the left hand side of the card, midway, with a swan just preparing for flight beneath.  Another swan sits on a frozen, snow covered lake in the forefront with a forest of tress in the background, frosted with snow as well.  The over-all feeling of this card is serenity and I really get a quiet tone from the picture.

Lucky (Day) 13.

   I keep forgetting to remind everyone about checking the tweets.  So.  There.  I remembered today.  Also, speaking of twitter news, just saw that Craig Ferguson has landed in some sunny clime (Bahama’s ?), for his first gig as Shark Week host- he’ll be diving with sharks.  I would love to do that.  Except for the part where you have to get your face wet.  But otherwise, I’d be there!

The High Lord of Gratitude and Service ~ 2 ~ selflessness, humility, conscious action (reversed).

    As a Challenger he signals a time for self-inventory.  We must be aware of our desires versus our time spent helping others.  As we are in need so are those around us.  We must accept his gentle gift of new perception in wealth and ambition.  Balance our own drive with the knowledge of how it plays out around us.  In a tiny still moment of surrender, miracles are born.  Our highest success is guaranteed without need of competition nor envy.

   This card is so joyous to look at.  The character is like the partner of that Wise Woman, an elder gentleman with a beautiful smile.  He sits in the center of the illustration, a rich garnet drape over one shoulder, an open lotus blossom in his open hand.  Behind his head is the brilliant glow of the sun, bright white fading to pinks and shiny rose, with stars sprinkled throughout.  There is a railing or scroll-work wall running the length at his back.  On the left side of it sits a large bird with long tail feathers, and on the other side are a group of tall lilies, with ferns at the base.   It just makes me happy seeing his expression, and gives the feeling of truly, anything is possible when done with love. 

     

8th Day, Dinner, and New Mexico

    Had dinner with my parents and son tonight (thank you again J.D. -really, thank you).  Entertaining as usual.  Received phone pictures from Daniel.  It is still raining, off and on.  I don’t believe we will be getting a summer here in River City this year.  Only a few “foreign” plates seen around town this week, mostly hot places, ironically: Utah, Arizona, Kansas, and New Mexico.  A few days ago I witnessed a poorly behaved pet interaction.  This young woman was being dragged across a parking lot at high speed by a Scottie dog on its leash.  How, you ask, could a Scottie dog drag someone anywhere?  Well this girl was so thin (and her hair was bleached so badly, although that probably doesn’t have much to do with it, other than making her look like a large, upright Q-Tip) it almost seemed inevitable.  Also, it appeared to be “funky skirt” day.  Everywhere I turned there was some version of a flouncey, layered, multi-colored half garment.  Apparently I didn’t get the memo, see yesterday’s photo, I am in uniform: tattered Levi’s and a t-shirt/sweat shirt combo.

Also don’t forget the tweets.  (That’s a Craig Ferguson line, in case you were wondering if I was heeding my youngest child’s suggestion {hello Miss Has No Sense of Humour Where Her Mother Is Concerned} and calling things by their proper names now.  I am not.  Just quoting a funny guy, and putting up the reminder I promised Tracy.)

 The Hungry Ghosts ~ 14 ~ obsession, scarcity consciousness,  attachment.

   At first these may not seem to be Allies, because they represent constant focus on the past and the consuming desire to know the future, which robs us of our true present.  But, in fact, they are here in the service of alerting us to obsessive thinking and addictions.  The message is for us to examine our patterns, our repetitive behaviors.  Much of what we do can be released, when looked at directly, and honestly.  They are here to help us notice distractions or misconceptions of our needs.  Helping us to be aware of whether the influence of outside appearances are falsely motivating us.  What others want may be attractive, shiny and appealing, but is that what is best for us.  We must look beyond the veneer and find the true substance of our lives, we deserve nothing less.

    I love the name of this card, but the illustration, to me anyway, doesn’t seem to match.  I only glanced at the picture and went straight to the definition.  Then when I really looked, so I could describe it to you, it seemed too fanciful.  So this time, I am not going to tell you what it looks like.  But I will say, they are not at all “ghosty” but more ephemeral.  (And extremely small.)  I do, however, definitely identify with the message.