Here’s the warning, before we get going tonight: at the end of this post there will be a picture of a (recently fed) large snake. You’ve been alerted. And are now free to skip that part as you scroll down the post.
I rode the bike this afternoon in VERY wet weather. It did not kill me. Now that we know my “route” is around three and a half miles I can kind of gauge how far I go each week. Not like it matters, but ya know, information and wisdom and all that shit.
If you happen to have some extra healing vibes hanging around that you aren’t using, and maybe feel like tossing a few my way, I’d really appreciate not spending close to four miles in pain tomorrow. Just a thought. Thank you in advance.
Earlier today I sent Kate and her girls a small sized quilted bag, and picked up a zipper so I can make another one, also purple, for someone else who generously e-mailed me with a request. Sorry Robin, I could not find where in this heaving mass of a gazillion freaking words I had previously talked about my tote bag obsession. So I took some new pictures and will just update the info now.
Here are all that I currently have left. One large, two medium, and two smalls. They are machine pieced and quilted, all 100% cotton. They can be just thrown in the washer and dryer. I assembled them my own wee self elf, because I love totes and bags and purses and carry-alls and satchels of every flavor and style. I simply cannot keep all that I make. (You may recall the sweatshirt purse idea.)
Each one is completely individual and different and they all have plenty of pockets. In the above view you can see the large and medium bags turned partially inside out, the better to gaze at and appreciate the handy pocketage.
Here’s a shot of what the littlest ones look like from the back, with my phone as perspective. Sure, I could have given you their sizes in numbers, but that would have taken some forethought, and ya know, a measuring device. When I sold others like these to a guy at the mall, he paid me 15, 25, and 30 dollars, for the different sizes. No idea what he charged his customers later, but they sold out in days.
On our card altar this afternoon we are back to Gay’s deck of Saints & Angels. It’s very nice, and it is definitely the type of positive message we like to see around here. (No, Dan and I have not done anything about the table or the new deck yet, he had some training at the office or some damn thing, so we will get to the drilling and incorporating in another day or so.)
“Sweetness ~ Guardian Angel ~
Your guardian angel is asking you to notice and enjoy the nectar of life. ‘You are sweet,’ your guardian angel says to you, ‘and I can help you feel that happiness and joy.’ If you have felt toughened by life experiences, your angel can help you lower your defenses … and still be safe, protected, and respected.
This is also a message for you to treat yourself with tender sweetness. Give yourself rewards and be kind to yourself. Are you pushing too hard with an ‘all work and no play’ approach to life? Be a sweetheart to yourself, and take some leisure time to play and enjoy the fruits of your labor.
Your guardian angel will also help you bring sweetness into your relationships in ways such as speaking with love, acting out of kindness, being generous, giving sincere compliments, and being thoughtful. As you show this extra consideration for others, it is sure to be returned to you plentifully. It is now time to fall back in love with life and enjoy its rich sweetness.”
Sometimes this is just the type of message we need as a reminder. Our lives are truly gifts, and when we are blessed enough to share our time with loved ones, that should be acknowledged with gratitude.
Even though it’s just me and Daniel here in The Burrow, we are usually all current on what’s up with our witchlings, and in the case of our girls, what’s up with their pets too. Empress recently went to buy some food for Coco. While she was in the shop, she saw this, and shared it as a phone photo.
This beauty had just eaten a rabbit, for the first time. One of the things I love about reptiles is how easy they are to feed. As long as you have no problem dealing with dead rodents, of course.
Growing pythons and boa constrictors advance along the food chain, beginning with tiny new born mice and rats, then moving up to youths and eventually adults. If they are a large breed the progression keeps going, to guinea pigs, birds, and rabbits. All of these prey items are humanely released from their lives, so that other creatures may continue on as pets, bringing joy to their people.
LateNight Update: Carol posted our fun meet-up from last week over at her place today. (With more ridiculous pictures of me. She looks lovely, I appear to be Special, again.)