Dear Cher, Corrections, and More Swords.

   My brilliant Hurricane wrote a super funny post yesterday, an open letter.  I’m going to do the same, but for a completely different reason.  This morning at 7:33 I was asleep (duh), but my phone beeped.  I ignored it until I got up, several hours later.  I looked at it and there was some sort of twitter thing, but we were kind of behind and this is Daniel’s Monday so I didn’t have a chance to really spend too much time figuring it out.  When I DID go back and read the message, I had to read it about five times, then quickly get to my tweety page to make sure that’s what I was actually seeing.  Why yes, it was. 


    I tried to Direct Message back, but she doesn’t follow me.   *sigh*    Instead I’ve decided to reply here, in an open letter to the Idol Of My Youth: Cher!

    Dear Cher, thank you so much for the tweety message this morning.  I am honored that you took the time.  You are most welcome, and I will be glad to “Cher” your pictures and links forever more.  You are an inspiration and a role model, you show your real side, as well as Cher-ing your art with us all.  Please give your family my best, and I hope the new movie does well, but mostly I hope you enjoy yourself and have a good time with it.  Most Devotedly Yours, Julie in Eugene.

   Okay, now here’s the Dyslexic Witch Alert – I made a few mistakes yesterday, so I need to correct them.  First of all I said that the Autumnal Equinox might show up as yesterday, wrong, it might show up as tomorrow.  Fine, First Day of Fall is today, my time.  Also, I asked if Kristin’s husband’s birthday had already happened, no.  It is tomorrow, the 23rd.  Tomorrow is also my beautiful sister-in-law’s wedding anniversary.  She married Bruce (not Kristin’s husband, who is also named Bruce, but OUR Bruce).  I found Bruce for her.  We were at a softball game and I heard him before I ever saw him.  But, ya know, I was there because her brother and I were living together, so I already had mine.  I tracked that voice down, and the rest is history.  I love you both, and your gorgeous daughter too.

    In about five hours or so it will be the Full Harvest Moon (2:17 a.m. to be exact).  Hope you all got to see this tonight, or tomorrow, because traditionally they are amazing.

   My report on yesterday’s Cinnabon cupcakes:  I licked the frosting off, but I ate most of the cake.  Frosting gets a big yes vote.   That was the Tester Toast.  New toaster: a keeper.  Also, the new suit worked well in the pool today.  Not thrilled with how the back is kinda bunchy (that would be MY back,  not the suit’s back) but we can’t help that right now, what with all the cupcakes that need to get eaten and toast that needs to be toasted.

Please use me as a cautionary tale.  That is a picture of what used to be an entire adult sized molar.  It dissolved, inside my head.  And then gave up its fight for life by falling down into the bridge it was originally attached to.  I have a condition where my teeth just disappear.  Marty told me about it yesterday.  I had no idea this could happen, but we have been battling to save my teeth since we first met 36 years ago.  He was a brand new dentist and his brother was my 7th grade English teacher.  I needed a dentist and he needed patients, so we joined forces.  It has been an entertaining and yet dismal relationship ever since.  Find a good dentist, and see him/her a lot.  (And try not to yell at yours as much as I yell at mine, you have to know them really well before they let you get away with that type of misbehaviour.)

   Our card draw today is from the Robin Wood Tarot, the deck I use when you schedule an appointment with me to read your cards.  (I can also tell you how to schedule your dentistry during the right moon phases too.)

Knight of Swords ~  As we discussed the other day, swords are all about communication.  Things of the air.  Feathers, quills, pens, documents, words.  The Element of Air, wind, voice, and breath.  Knights are problem solvers, they ride in and triumph over the opposition.  They are righteous and true.  They soldier along until they have taken care of the problem.  They judge not, for their task is to stand up for all that is good and fair.

   We have a Knight by our side today, wielding his sword of honesty in voice.  Righting the wrongs that may be spoken around us, or even BY us.  Allow this Prince of Justice to be cut the path freely, so that we may write and talk and breathe with ease and with truth.

Time, Blessings, and Forgiveness.

   May I begin by thanking my amazing children?  Empress wasn’t (monetarily) involved with this latest event, but I know she had her influence in there.  My son arrived on Saturday night, dirty laundry bag in one hand, and cardboard box in the other.  He and his out-of-town sister had purchased their pathetic parents a new lap top computer.  I was stunned nearly speechless, still am.  There are not enough words to express our gratitude.  I told him I would be his washer woman until I died.

    The Hurricane and I had an interesting text exchange on the 17th (she also re-ran her memorial post from last year).  I had an “incident” at the pool.  The rear seam of my suit completely gave way, and in so doing, completely gave the world an unemcumbered view of my ass.  I went immediately into panic mode, because I just don’t do well in frantic situations (remind me to tell you all the story of how well Daniel does in similar emergency circumstances).  I walked around the dressing room wondering if I could make it home quickly enough to not miss most of the class, I circled the locker room with no idea how to solve this problem.  Fortunately, the really nice friend, who I’ve gotten to know over the past nearly-two-years, reminded me that there were loaner suits available.  Now, here’s how ridiculous I am, my first thought was not “ick, someone else’s intimate garment” it was “shit, I bet they are all ugly and I’ll look even worse than I usually do.”  Yeah, I’m a great study in irony, a self-loathing narcissist.  I yanked my pants back on and ran out to the desk.  (I was right, they were all ugly.)  It dawned on me that I am, and have been for many many years, the size of a 12 year old boy, so why not just grab a pair of shorts.  Which is what I did, and I splashed around just fine.

    Han commented that this was kind of a mean thing to have happen on THAT day.  At first I thought so too, but then the more I considered it, I saw the guiding hand from SomeWhere Else.  In the weeks I spent next to my sister, all those nights of Hospice time, I met more people, complete strangers to me, that came in and told me of all the generous and kind acts she had performed for them.  She was a raving bitch to any person with a blood tie, but wow, if you were her friend or even mere acquaintance, she was there for you.   It occurred to me that she had held “pals” in such high regard because they didn’t actually know her.  So in my blow-out emergency, she put some of my own pals in front of me for assistance.  Everyone at the pool that day (Levi, Matt, Patty) was super nice and helpful, in my ass-baring time of need.

   I wore my emergency back-up suit tonight, but I wasn’t happy with it.  Tomorrow’s post is going to be slightly tardy, I’m dragging Dan to the mall.  We may have to stop for food, candy, oh yeah, and also a new swim suit that I don’t hate.  I’ll try to shop as fast as I can.

   Plates I saw this afternoon:  a Dakota (no opportunity to turn around and gaze fully, so pick a direction on that one), Idaho, and Colorado.

    We are back to Sylvia’s wee deck of inspiration, and this is one, theme or no, is a reminder we can all use, anytime.

   “Forgiveness  ~  I belive we must forgive whenever possible, but sometimes there are certain things or people we cannot forgive, no matter how hard we try.  This is when we must give it to the Gods, for Mother God and Father God are greater than we are and can take care of what we can’t.”

   I’d also like to add that we need to remember, in our forgiveness mode, that we extend this grace to ourselves.  We are hardest on those closest to us, and to our own self.  Treat yourself as you would any other loved one.  Forgive, offer love, and let those negative aspects go, to whom ever you chose to call on.