Beltane Waxing Hungry Ghost Moon
We’re only a week away from the summer solstice, but you could not tell it from our current weather. We’ve had a cool, rainy streak that has made work outside appealing. It’s also given the weeds considerable encouragement.
The internet allows a look-up phenom that you’ve no doubt experienced at least once. An e-mail shows up from someone in the way back long ago. A posting of Facebook. A comment on your blog. I’ve had a few. Got one Friday from a high school girlfriend, a relationship that meant something to me. It was nice to hear from her since we stopped seeing each other my senior year and went our separate ways. E-mail is a great medium for this kind of oh my it’s been so long reacquaintance. Neutral. Not time sensitive.
Vega has a new gorilla that she carries with her in the house where ever she goes. It makes a noise and whenever she triggers it, she scoots off for a safe area, not quite sure. Rigel has no interest in toys, she enjoys the thrill of the hunt, the joy of escape. Which she did yesterday. Again. She got out through a hole under the fence I wouldn’t have thought big enough for her. I’ve hardened the lower edge of the fence line over the years, but this spot had rotted out. I found her collar hooked on a log where she’d crawled under the chain-link. She does not go over the fence anymore. Electricity.
Kate’s on a countdown for a new hip. June 30th. She commented on a discogram yesterday (this involves a probing needle that injects dye between the discs to get a contrast image), “I’m a Norwegian, a stoic and a woman and still I had copious tears.” She can bear it, but she pays a price. She also observed, by the way, that I will never, ever have a discogram. She’s right on that one.
Not a bee day today. Wednesday looks like the day for the hive inspection.