Samain and the crescent of the Moon of the Thinned Veil
Tuesday gratefuls: Amy, at Mile High Hearing. The Roger. Loss. Kate, always Kate. And, her quilting. Jon. Ruth. Gabe. Mark. Rigel, her insistent, loud barking at 3 am. Kep, who slept through it. Julie and AARP Advantage plan #1 with premiums. Electronic signing. Marina Harris’s Furball Cleaning.
Sparks of Joy and Awe: Astrology
Tarot: King of Pentacles, Druid Craft
Felt a little like I was on my way to the Principal’s office while driving into Mile High Hearing. It’s not often I face a relative stranger and have to acknowledge a failure. I could not keep Roger safe.
Amy was good about it. And, for reasons that make sense to me. I was out for a meal, the first fine dining moment since Kate died. At least here in Colorado. Using the Roger. And it helped me hear Alan over the very live restaurant. What she wanted. I want to open the world up for you.
She and I puzzled over how Gaetano’s could have lost it. I don’t know and at this point it seems moot. Roger is gone.
Amy will contact Eric, her rep for Phonak, and see if they can cut me some kind of deal. A much lower price on a new one. I hope she’s successful, because I’m ready to start ghost writing a book, Roger and Me.
Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog (1818)
Fog covered 285 on the way down the hill. Dicy at any speed. Ice and fog are my two least favorite driving conditions.
Before that Julie got me into a new policy with better benefits. Amazing. We met and reviewed documents all over zoom and email. She sent me the documents to sign, which I did electronically. Much more efficient, carbon and time.
Julie also signed me up, in January, with Conifer Family Medicine which will open a satellite office in Evergreen in the new year. The Conifer practice has no opening for new patients. I don’t mind. Evergreen is my town and much closer than Littleton. I’m actually in an Evergreen precinct, CBE is in Evergreen, and most of my CBE friends live there or nearby. Conifer has no personal ties for me except my immediate neighborhood.
Got the art for my Hermit neon sign. I like it. Not cheap, but it will be a signature piece for the Shadow Mountain Hermitage. Gonna put it on the inside wall that can be seen through one of our front windows.
I go in to Morry’s Neon tomorrow. My only quibble was the red eyes. Too many movies where the vampires have red eyes. Glen and I will pick out a new color together.
Also got a Woolly Mammoth hoodie in the mail from Ode. Looks warm. Got here just as the weather has begun to cool down. Must be a Stefan/Mario collaboration. I plan to wear mine when I hit the speed bag. You know, Rocky. Woolly.
AWOL. That’s been me. From the news. I read headlines, rarely full stories. This has been a time of going inward, away from the world. Will continue for a while. The news draws me back, puts me in the maelstrom that is our era while I need time, quiet time.
Climate change. The Whigged out GOP. The Gump Trump. The Pandamndemic. Democrats shooting themselves in the foot. I know. All still underway. As for me, I will remodel my kitchen, hang some neon art in my living room, utilize my mini-splits, pet my dogs.
I am the King of Pentacles. In this world, peaking in my animus energy, staying steady, staying the course of grief’s long journey. Readying myself for, already in, the fourth phase of my life.
Monday gratefuls: Kep and Rigel. My friends. That crescent Moon with Mercury nearby. In the morning fog. Aunt Hecate and the Weird Sisters. BJ in her Queen of the Night costume. In Rebecca’s mink stole. LOL. Gabe and his very big hair as Bob Ross. Ruthie as the invisible woman. My costume, all made by Kate. Arlo the Almost Magnificient. The veil itself. The Otherworld. Celtic myth and lore. Religion.
The Saga of Roger. As some of you may know, Roger spirited himself away from me at Gaetano’s. Or, perhaps, a latter Smaldone snatched him. Maybe I should check Bobby the Fence? Anyhow, even after a C note reward, his disappearance remains a mystery. A $1,400 mystery. Until yesterday evening I had decided to pull up my big boy pants and spend another $1,400. I like the Roger.
“Meaning: Work flourishes as you build on previous efforts. The skilled use of matter and intelligence to create works of beauty and value…Work may still need to be done but support is at hand.” DCB