Shana Tova!

Lughnasa and the Michaelmas Moon

Tuesday gratefuls: CBE. Rosh Hashanah. Yom Kippur. The Book of Life. Rabbi Jamie. As I read recently, an elegiac September. Ruth. Kate, her first Jewish New Year in the Other World. Peak television. Microwaves. Furball cleaning.

Sparks of Joy and Awe: “I love magic.” Harry Potter in the Goblet of Fire

Tarot:   The Lord, #4 of the major arcana

 

Over to CBE this am to help set up the luncheon served after the first, 2-3 hour New Year’s service. I will not be staying. Don’t like long services. Mostly though I don’t want the exposure to the Delta variant. I’ll try to catch Rabbi Jamie’s sermons online.

Labor Day. Got less done, less labor, than I planned. That’s ok. I got other things done. Found a fitted sheet that will probably work well. Bought one, gonna test it. Found a electronic device that discourages varmints of various kind from coming into the house in the fall. Cheap. $19. Gonna try it because mice love our house and Rigel’s too slow now to catch them.

Talked to Joe and Seoah yesterday. Saw Murdoch lazing in the sun. Don’t get that. He’s an Akita! BTW: Putin has an Akita. Saw him teaching it tricks on a video. Maybe it’ll turn on him.

The sun shone on their deck. Eversummer there. In northern Colorado on Colorado 9 you can drive through the Neversummer Wilderness.

Hickam hosted air chiefs from all round the Pacific Rim last week. All the Majors like Joe became drivers, chauffeuring in his case the General in charge of the Philippine Air Force. Rank has its privilege.

Seoah’s mom and dad are at the start of the harvest. He’s a truck farmer with a wide variety of crops grown both in hooped and covered structures and in the field. Corn. Rice. Radishes. Hot peppers. Cabbage. That sort of thing. He’s my age. And won’t quit working though Seoah’s brother has tried to get him to.

Tomorrow we’ll try again on getting the new hearing aid and microphone. 1 pm. Excited still. May open up the world for me in new ways, ways I haven’t known since I was 38. Gotta love tech.

How would you like to own a condo on a Miami waterfront? A house in California wine country? Or, one on Shadow Mountain, for that matter? Perhaps on Grand Island, Louisiana, or on the shores of Lake Pontchartrain. How would you like to be downstream on the Colorado River? In England if the Gulf Stream stops flowing?

That’s it. Gotta go. Later.

 

 

 

 

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