We found out something today, that maybe I already (sorta kinda possibly-in-the-back-of-my-head) knew, but perhaps not this much. Were all of you aware that America had dollar coins with president’s faces on them? And we’ve had them in circulation since 2007?
Twenty fucking SEVEN, people!!! They’ve been around since TWOTHOUSANDANDSEVEN! And I am fairly confident that I’ve never laid eyes on one. I KNOW that I have never purchased anything with such a thing.
Yesterday I received this in change, the girl at the counter and I laughing about how funny it was. Because ya know, ha ha, her till was low and I didn’t care, so ha ha ha, whatever. Wait, WHAT?!
We did some research (by which I mean, Dan googled it up on his phone while we were out on the bikes). Seems like there’s a bunch issued every year. AND I HAD NO DAMN CLUE!!! Of course, now I have to collect them. So. There’s ANOTHER obsession to deal with.
(Hey, it certainly could be worse. They only cost a dollar. And it’s not likely I’ll be arrested while in search of them. Probably.)
And when we arrived back at The Burrow, there was an amazing surprise on our porch.
My beautiful cousin Jannel sent me this entertainingly packaged box. (It was factory-marked PERISHABLE, with another fitted-liner-like-box inside. She’s a brilliant and brainy scientist, so the available shipping materials in her life have amusing, laboratory-based, background histories.) Inside was a note, with the following notations:
- the chutney isn’t too spicy, peaches from Jeff’s tree (Jeffrey is her brother)
- the lemon curd isn’t too sweet, meyer lemons from our tree (I am SO going to visit her and Tony, now that I know they have a freaking lemon tree in their yard)
Yes, my tribe is generous and wonderful, and I adore every single one of them. (But really, she’s probably right up there in the Top Five favorites* of my cousins, who number into the high teens, well over twenty-something if you count in spouses-of-cousins, and second-cousins.)
*To be completely truthful, she is one of my all-time favorite PEOPLE, not just counting folks related to me. Seriously, you don’t understand how sweet and smart and near-perfect she is. And pretty, dear lord, she’s gorgeous.
Bottom line, thank you Jannelly! Thank both your husband and your brother for us too. I can not WAIT to pop those jars open and enjoy every drop/bite/morsel. (Any specifically good, or bad, times of year we can stop by?)
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, on our card altar we have an animal message. Are you all laughing at me yet? Because I absolutely did chuckle when I flipped this one over.
Guardianship, Detachment, Sensuality
The card shows a wild cat in the Scottish highlands. In the foreground we see the yellow-flowered spotted cat’s ear and the pink flowering cat’s foot. Hill-cat’s glove (pennywort) is growing by the cat’s tail.
Although the cat was used by warriors, as was the boar, raven, and bear, to invoke the avenging and protective power of the gods, it was still considered an animal associated with the Goddess and the feminine.
Cat brings us the ability to observe situations quietly without judgement, before making decisions. Apparently asleep, but really listening, a cat can sit for hours until it acts with decisiveness. Remember the saying ‘a cat may look at a king.’ You have a right to know and to judge important issues for yourself in your own time.
The cat unites an awareness of the spirit-world with a highly developed sensuality. These two attributes are not polar opposites as dualistic spiritual teachings would have us believe, but are facets of one continuum of awareness and sensitivity. Working toward wholeness involves enhancing our appreciation of both the physical and non-physical world.”
This one came up MOSTLY direct, but it feels as though we should also look at what the contrary side says.
this card may mean that you must be wary of becoming axen-cat, an old term which means a fireside cat, too lazy to bother much about the world. An indolent and self-absorbed sensuality, rather than an opening of the self to the magic of the physical world, is usually a means of escaping from reality.
The cat is easily able to travel in her spirit-form in the Otherworld, but it is important for you to be strongly earthed in everyday physical reality. An interest in the mysterious and the occult can sometimes be inappropriate especially if it is uses as a defense against the pain and difficulty of being in the world.”
The Druid Animal Oracle – Working With The Sacred Animals Of The Druid Tradition by Philip and Stephanie Carr-Gomm illustrated by Bill Worthington.
Today’s FLP Report:
Wisconsin, Arizona, either New York or New Jersey or Pennsylvania (we couldn’t tell because of the illegal plate frame), Colorado, Illinois, Kansas, and this one.
And from yesterday, there was an (another!) illegal frame that said “Lake Tahoe” but was bolted to a Texas plate. THAT one made me laugh.
is going to depend on who you ask, because my bike’s counter said one thing, and Daniel’s GPS app said something a wee bit different. I’d say HIS was more accurate, but maybe not. It tends to lose the signal and rotate between connections (as well as the fact that HE forgets to turn it off when we make short stops, and forgets to turn it back on again in the same situations), rounding shit off and never recording ALL of the pedaling.
Mine: 9.2MPH average speed, total time of 1 hour, 2 minutes, and 43 seconds, with a distance of 9.626 miles under our wheels.
His: less than 8MPH average speed, with a total time of 1 hour 27 minutes, and 06 seconds, showing only 9.55 miles covered.
There are just so many variables for why these differ, also, I just really REALLY couldn’t give a shit. I simply don’t care. A round mean-number is perfectly good enough for me.