Cute kid stuff

Mama sent a package, and we got it today.

In the package was the customary jar of blueberry jam, but with a difference: inserted on top of this one, between the seal-lid and the ring that keeps it on, was a delightful beaded star ornament.

Nephew saw it. "Look, pentagram jelly!"

Things of Today

Found some saffron for votania. Contemplated clocks, for getting a nice easy-to-read one, putting a poster behind it, labelled with times that Nephew will need to learn to tell.

Freewill horrorscopes (ayeee! evil mouthwash!)

Gemini

Please remember that I don't just make up the stuff in these horoscopes; I try to convey the moods of the cosmic forces and offer suggestions about how to align yourself with them. Having said that, I'll completely understand if this week's astrological mandate is too much for you, Gemini. Don't feel guilty if you can't summon the chutzpah to carry it out. The omens say you would benefit from acquiring a hand puppet, preferably an old-fashioned one from a thrift store. You should wear the puppet on your hand often in the coming days. In a different voice from your normal one, you should make it talk about the "shadow truths" of every situation you encounter: the crucial subtexts everyone is aware of but inclined to ignore, the unspoken mysteries that need to be named, and the illusions you can no longer afford to feed.



Cancer

Slip into the furthest reaches of the inner sanctum this week, Cancerian. Penetrate to the heart of the core of the root. Know what I'm talking about? Peer down through the cracks in the surface all the way to the bottom. Dare to be curious about the unfathomable mysteries that lie beneath the obvious questions. Open the secret door that leads to the even more hidden door that will take you to the most private, fertile oasis of all.

Damn, that cat's loud.

Shamash is crying about something. Maybe about the fact that I got petted and he didn't.

yaksha42 came over and gave me a backrub. Mmm, backrub. And then he snuggled up to me while I got a much-needed six-hour nap.

Pretty

The tree's all lit up. Was, rather: I turned it off before retreating to my room. It's got little colored lights, the blue and silver tinsel garland, and the big blue globe lights.

Pretty.

Morning.

Trying to get my hours of waking/sleeping more sane. Failed. Reading Cyteen very very late/early. Finally crashed out.

Wordings

There's really no polite way to tell your mother that you are now referred to by someone whose family might or might not be related to yours by marriage as "The Devirginator".

In the Temple...

"SHAMMASH! The tree skirt is not a scratching post!"

Those silly cats...

doctorpepper has silly cats.

Sanity Rules

I have made a new Rule: no sex when depressed.

Sex when depressed just makes me feel worse.

Now, if I can just stick to that Rule, I should be a lot safer with myself. Had I gotten it on last night, I would have been ashamed of myself. I don't like making other people give me pity-fucks, no matter how attracted to me they are. When I'm depressed, it's a pity-fuck, and I'm using them.


I might make an exception if in a long-term, committed relationship with someone. Maybe.

Hey, Yakko...

Be afraid. Very.

I'm talking with your daughter.

Hey, whoever had the silliness about M.C. Escher?

I asked which poetic form would be best. And got an answer.

Tree, holiday, house, stuff.

Did dishes.

Took old lampshade, and removed bottom metal circle. Removed the majority of gunk from it. Wrapped white lights around it in the shape of a star. Hung on tree. Plugged in. Added little beaded star that Mama made.

Perfect.


Wrapped the one thing for mailing. Must do more wrapping.

More things

Made bed. Called Dawn. Wrapped something for votania. Set aside stuff for iroshi and amberfox. Must get appropriate mailing address. Must wrap Darkside's gift.