Samain and the crescent moon of the thinned veil
Wednesday gratefuls: Carol and Bill. Easy Entrees. Frigidaire. Ruby. Kep and Rigel. Cold air. Diane. RJ. Kate’s bequest to me. Jon. The Subaru now a donation. Bay empty. Jodi comes by Friday to show me a cabinet stain sample and a counter top possibility, Taj Mahal. Heheh. Fancy. Great workout this morning. Life. Death. Family, friends, and community.
Sparks of Joy and Awe: The Hermit neon sign
Tarot: The Moon, #18 in the Major Arcana
Got up late. 7:28 am. Zoom with Diane at 8, then RJ at 9. Workout after. Lunch and nap. 5 pm and here I am writing today’s post. Feel like a delinquent. But, a well rested delinquent.
Life has begun to have flavor again. A sweet taste. No longer a mashup of love, duty, sleeplessness, stress. No longer a grief dominated over burden. Just life. This mayfly moment. And that feels pretty damned good.
Tomorrow I’m going in to Morry’s Neon to decide on colors for my hermit sign. Glen insisted, saying that neon colors are different than those that can be rendered in an image. True, I’m sure. Anyhow an interesting time, to see the inside of a neon sign shop.
Jon and I will have lunch since I’ll be in Denver. He says he’s feeling better. Like his endocrine system has quieted down, gone back to its job. The Subaru left the property early this morning. On its way to CPR coffers as a donation.
Jodi plans to come by on Friday around 1 with the cabinet stain sample and a new counter top possibility. All means the kitchen project has momentum. In the new kitchen by Christmas, she hopes. Because of my increasingly Jewish family and friend base, in by Christmas doesn’t have quite the same zing it might’ve. But, still.
I’ll spend some of Christmas with the Colorado and the Maine Stricklands. At Mike and Kate’s on Christmas day and at the Buckhorn on the day after. Looking forward to that.
Well. Rigel is being a pest, barking, barking, barking to go inside. So I’m going to end this here. See you on the flip side.
