A hearty Thanksgiving to all

Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously.  And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.     

 -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Few things

I had a dream a few nights ago about fundus complete with a moving diagram
Are you familiar with fundi?
Fundus means, bottom, in Latin
There are fundus in the brain, eye, gallbladder, stomach, uterus and sea beds
If I had to pick, I guess my favorite fundus is in the stomach

Last night I went outside and heard a repeating high pitch sound
I decided to investigate, maybe it's a little bird, maybe it's a small animal
The sound became louder next to some leaf bags on the street and deduced
that a bird fell into one and couldn't get out
Just as I was about to look in the bag
an owl flew up from the ground and roosted in a tree next to the bags
I saw the barred stripes on its chest
Barred owl!
We stared at each other for a bit, well, I think so, the owl's face was obscured by shadows
Then it bounded with spread wings around the branches as I tried to get a better look.
I decided to give Owl space so I waved goodbye and started back to the house
I heard another squeak and looked over my shoulder to see the great silent wings flying southeast across the street towards a big conifer.

Quotes by me, so famous:

Everyday is a little less, everyday is a little more.

It's usually both and a few other things.

Fool moon

It seems hard to believe
that the morning sun
can paint the land
a bright burnt orange
and color the full moon
a ghostly silver white
at the same time

Into November

The second snow of the year was yesterday, veteran's day.  I think there should be more veteran's days.
I guess the name Paisley is trending for baby names this year and possibly 2020.  I saw that it was Scottish which made me curious.  I found this on wikipedia-

"[S]ilk fell out of fashion in 1790.^[6] The mills switched to the imitation Kashmir (cashmere) shawls called "Paisley". Under the leadership of Thomas Coats (1809-1893), Paisley became the world centre for thread making. The high-status skilled weavers mobilised themselves in radical protests after 1790, culminating in the failed "Radical War" of 1820. Overproduction, the collapse of the shawl market and a general depression in the textile industry led to technical changes that reduced the importance of weavers. Politically the mill owners remained in control of the town.^[7]By the mid-19th century weaving had become the town's principal industry. The Paisley weavers' most famous products were the shawls, which bore the Paisley Pattern made fashionable after being worn by a young Queen Victoria. Despite being of a Kashmiri design and manufactured in other parts of Europe, the teardrop-like pattern soon became known by Paisley's name across the western world.^[8][9] Although the shawls dropped out of fashion in the 1870s, the Paisley pattern remains an important symbol of the town: the Paisley Museum maintains a significant collection of the original shawls in this design, and it has been used, for example, in the modern logo of Renfrewshire Council, the local authority."

I wonder how the shawl market is doing nowadays.  Also for November, I decided that Bjork's Homogenic is a perfect album for this month.  Starting with Hunter...on vinyl, toasty.

Happy Halloween

Our first snowflake of the year fell yesterday and we rose to find a bone white veil of snow on Halloween.

Your sister's a werewolf

Aquamarine Anniversary

Love letters straight from your heart

And darling then
I read again
Right from the start

Hello October

Friday Mashup

End of subject?

Sept 2019

Three days of morning moons
and surveying the hill where dragonflies hang-ten in the sun.

Try this sometime

Listen to the vinyl rip of Cargo by Men at Work and read the wikipedia entry of William Reich and somehow end up on Kierkegaard:
What I really need is to get clear about what I must do, not what I must know, except insofar as knowledge must precede every act. What matters is to find a purpose, to see what it really is that God wills that I shall do; the crucial thing is to find a truth which is truth for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die.  

Well excuse me

Dear people of the future,
In the late 70s, the people of the United States started using a comedian's character's catch line, "Well excuuuuuuse me!"  It became so embedded in the lexicon that children of that time used it until they forgot from whence it came.

Lucky Us

Running up that Hill two ways-



Enjoy the full Friday the 13th micro moon tonight!
Once you go full micro...it's fine.

Thor's day Thunderstorm

Take it easy on us, Thor.  No flooding!

Madame

I wanted to be a Solid Gold dancer when I was a little girl.  I saw a picture of this dummy this morning and I thought, that's either Lady Elaine or Madame.  That's Madame.  How do I know Madame?  I had to look it up and saw she did a spot on Solid Gold and instantly knew how I knew Madame.  She was also on Hollywood Squares which only cemented her recognition in my mind.  I also faintly remember her sitcom, Madame's Place, I think.  It's hard to say because Judy Landers was in a lot of stuff back then, but a young Corey Feldman as the neighbor kid really rings a bell.  I wonder if my husband remembers the theme song.  My daughter is starting dance this week.  She asked about it on her own, I swear.  Her wiggly body moves are a little out of control.  Why is she gyrating like that?! Did I do that at her age?  I wonder what are the cool dance troupes of her generation.

Buzzards, higher

Three or more flying vultures is called a kettle
A group of vultures hanging out is a committee
Vultures feasting on remains together is called a wake.

When I was a kid, my family had a lake place near the ozarks.  It wasn't techinically the lake of the ozarks, it was off Turkey Creek.  My great-grandfather had built a house on a bluff that had shallow caves.  Just underneath the house next door was the biggest cave, we called it the bird cave.  I had heard about the cave for, it seemed, like a long time before I got to explore it.  I remember asking about going down and I don't know if my cousin didn't want to show me or my mom was freaked out about me walking down to it.  When I finally got to climb down the rusty metal stairs bolted to the cliff, the actual cave was a little lackluster.  It was neat, and i really did think so, but at that age, I had created a different image and the reality of it wasn't as spectacular as I imagined.  There was a bit of a cave inside the cave and there was bird shit everywhere.  There might of been some feathers, but nothing huge, so I don't have anything to show from it..I think there might have been some eggs, but I might be re-imagining that or maybe that was a different visit.  There were absolutely no birds in the cave.  Honestly, thank god.  Maybe that was the reason we didn't go down there much?  I only went in it a few times.  Maybe because it wasn't on our property or that the stair was getting too old, I don't remember.

One time we were driving around in a neighboring "resort" and we saw a committee of vultures on a bare tree in the near distance.  We got out to look and could hear them talking.  The scene was kinda unnerving and haunted.

Anyway the lake place is one of my happy places.  You would see turkey vultures up close flying along the bluff.  We called them buzzards.  It was really cool to see them that close.

Wolves, lower

Cool Water

White Line Fever

Blue Shadows

Don't Fence Me In

Cathedral Heat

Carefree Highway

And The Watchman's Gone:

Tumbling Tumbleweeds

Happy

Even though things are crazy you can still be happy

Morning mashup in my head

My regrets look just like texts I shouldn't send
And I got neighbors, they're more like strangers
We could be friends
Hollywood Forever
Woah-Oh!





Also, RIP to the Flicker hole.  Our family enjoyed seeing you peep out and your churl call every morning and every now and again.  I hope you two and your babies , if there were any, are safe and find another home close to our house.

Juillet

Punks unite

I love punk sticks for fireworks, they are my favorite.
I wish I could always have one everywhere I go.
May all your macaroni be delicious
May it rain on your house at midnight
Let's unite and suppress the power of tyrants
Punk power activate!



I thrive best, hermit style
With a beard, and a pipe
And a parrot on each side
But now I can't do this without you

Let's unite tonight
We shouldn't fight
Embrace you tight
Let's unite tonight

Here's to ya

4th of July Tyrant Protection Spell

In the year 2019, the United States of America has a wannabe two-bit despot as president.  Donald John Trump is insecure, cheap, and tacky. He and his enablers are traitors.  On the day of this country's Independence, the illegitimate president is declaring the celebration his own.  He is being placated, like so many, many times again, with tanks in a parade like we are a small insignificant country trying to prove its might.

On the day of our Independence, the birthday of my grandfather, a yankee doodle dandy, July 4th, I am going to perform a protection spell.  Feel free to join in.  Recipe below.

4th of July Tyrant Protection Spell

Need:
Intent
Paper
pencil or pen
feather
macaroni
significant items of home State (optional)
book or words of Washington Irving
firework or candle
punk
flag or drawing of flag (optional)

Suggestion: Refrain from purchasing tank fireworks for this year.  Or if you must, use them to protest the traitors that have taken our country hostage.

Draw a picture of Nathaniel Hawthorne, add embellishments and words of protection.  If you have a fellow yankee doodle dandy in your family, invoke them on this piece of paper.  Fold the paper once around a feather, let sit on mantle or place of energetic intention

Let a flag air out somewhere in your house(optional)

Also optional--this is a time where you may want to gather items or pictures of things of significance from your state; State flower, animal, tree, fossil.  Place these things wherever you want but with intention and maybe say a few words out loud or in your head

Now, go and make a macaroni dish, yes, you will be eating macaroni on the 4th of July

When you are ready to commence the spell:
Lay everything collected out in front of you in a way that pleases you
Get out your Washington Irving book or a quote found on the internet and read aloud as long or short as you want.
Go out and ceremonially light a punk and set off a firework. (you may light a candle instead or skip the punk and light a sparkler).  I don't recommend skipping the punk, you may always do the sparkler after the firework.
Here you may sing, eat macaroni, set off colorful smoke bombs and run around in them, burn the papers you collected or just burn a little hole with the punk and poke the feather through, save some of the remnants of the spell in a bucket or a flat rock and bury them in the yard the next day.

Sing:
I'm a yankee doodle dandy!  A yankee doodle do or die!
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam,
Born on the fourth of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart
She's my Yankee Doodle joy
Yankee Doodle came to London, just to ride the ponies
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy

and

Yankee doodle went to town riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni

Yankee doodle keep it up Yankee doodle dandy!
Mind the music and the step
and with the girls be handy

Enjoy the night, enjoy the sights, enjoy the sounds, enjoy your space and those within it.