Not moon...

 

...at least not while I was still awake. It should have risen from the fork in that tree, but the clouds were creeping.  

I used to take my Tarot cards outside on the full moon. Outside, naked on the upper deck because Jim was watching from our bed. It's no fun with no one watching, and the cats don't count. Now I spread the cards out on the carpet by the glass door and say, "Good enough". 

Next night, another try looking out the kitchen window this time. SOMEBODY better cut that frigging weed down!

Also, I just finished watching the last episode of After Life with Rick Gervais on Netflix. If you've been left behind or lost someone, this will both put you through the wringer and restore you, scene by scene.

 I've also started calling the myriad assholes in my life "cunts". 

(Redacted dialogue)

"What's his name?" 

"Um....Jackson."

"I knew it. All guys name their cocks."

"Cock, you say?"

"Want me to say weiner or dingus?"

"Jeez, no, now that we're on a first-name basis and all. What do you call yours? Pussy?"

She made a face. "I hate pussy."

"Fine by me, but you know what I mean."

"In my tribe, we call it your Woman. "You got to work your Woman. Make her strong. Make them men faint when she grabs ahold dem."

"Amen!"

"Personally, I like the word 'cunt'."

"Ouch."

"Why? Four letters and straight to the point, just like cock. Serviceable, pardon the pun."

"Yeah, but the Brits and the Aussies ruined it, you know."

"Yep. Wore my cunt right out."

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Stop talking?"

Conditionally

 

I wish I had the full set of these. I bought them in a head shop in Provincetown, MA, back in the day. I can still smell the incense. 

The gorgeous art by David Palladini still speaks deeply to me - the colors and composition ring like a bell in my heart. They were published as 6x8.5 postcards by Morgan Press in 1969 with text on the back by Linda Goodman.

The five missing signs - Scorpio, Aquarius, Capricorn, and Sagittarius? I gave or mailed them to special recipients. 

Dee created a chart for me a long time ago. I never dug into the nuts and bolts of astrology - it looked like more math than fun - but I suspect that there are a lot of other planetary alignments skewing me away from the traditional Libra model.  Peacemakers (who will cut a bitch) are a bit outside the pale. 

I miss how the threads look all wound up this way. My hands and wrists do not miss doing it. Now, it's a small pleasure only for my own stash. Sorry, you'll have to wind your own.

                              ~○~

Here are the leaders we need. 

 Addendum.  Thanks, Dee.

Windows wide

For the fresh air of October. There was a visit with family in the country that included a little tlc for Nibbler, who was under the weather.

(I closed the blog while I was away due to a gush of AI visits. 

They get bored and go away.  Feckless twats,

Some worry about what they post on the web.  The one thing I know is that the internet, as it is now, is forever, and evil men die daily.

I can still find things that I posted in 1995, and my expertise is strictly amateur, so having my say here now is my nod to the 1st Amendment.

Los Dados Encantados

At home, I've started gathering the pieces I want to bring to the show in January so there's no mad scramble over the holidays.  

Remember wood slats for hanging? Seems like another lifetime ago.

Karma IV

Welcome back, Grace!