Well I keep saying that I am going to read today. I bought myself a $9.95 monthly subscription to piles of guilt. My Wall Street Journal hasn't really gotten the attention that I'd give it, had I been a full time at home, millionaire. So tonight I thought I'd sit and read. Then the child has to ask me 39 times how Mr. Magorium dies in the movie and if this is the part that he dies. How about now? She thinks he's going to die here. Nope...wait. Here.
Then the nightly tummy ache starts. And telling me that she's moving to Canada.
Finally, she really did have a good idea. She put sleeping music on and it's so much easier to write without Frasier on. It never was one of my favorite shows but I usually pitstop there at night while waiting to not listen to the Golden Girls either. Habits.
I hope you all made fabulous use of your Blue Moon last night. If you missed it - dang. It's like the Amazon Recommendations list. You didn't really get to focus on something but the energies probably chose something for you based on your previous dalliances.
I did go outside, candles, incense (Yes I did try to make the neighborhood smell artificially pretty and magic-like), stones to collect the energy, two quarters that I like to also collect the energy and a bottle of water to make Blue Moon energy water. Special for whenever it might be needed.
I did try my best to use the energy to what I want to intend most right now. And now, I wait.
I somehow woke up in a tiny bit of a cranky mood though. I didn't know why, although since I didn't have a good reason, I was thrown a couple. Sumiko, our tiny new kitty, scrutinizes the walls. She sits at the bottom of one and stares up it for imperfections. Once she finds the tiniest bit of paint that might be sticking out - a bump, or loose spot, she jumps up over and over , chipping it off. All I can see is the text from my landlord when I asked if I could get a second cat. The one telling me that everything here is new and be careful. I was careful. The cat is the one who didn't read the text. I had to move moving tape over the areas on the wall, keeping the largest paint chip for a trip to the hardware store for a Whoops Fill In.
Then my daughter freaked out when I opened the door to the bathroom as she showered. My fingers are cracking so badly from washing dishes and washing cat germs off before dealing with guinea pigs and washing off guinea pig germs before dealing with cats. I needed hand lotion. She screamed, tearing down the pole that holds the shower curtain. She couldn't just slide it over like a human. She had to flail at it like a wounded cub in a trap. That's when the pole hit her in the head, no curtain any longer holding back the shower coming out of the spout.
That's one of those moments where your empathy is buried 3 levels down in the Incident Parfait. I did ask if she was okay. She seemed okay. Then showed her over and over how to open a shower curtain without using the pressure reserved for a mammoth stampede.
I somehow woke up in a tiny bit of a cranky mood though. I didn't know why, although since I didn't have a good reason, I was thrown a couple. Sumiko, our tiny new kitty, scrutinizes the walls. She sits at the bottom of one and stares up it for imperfections. Once she finds the tiniest bit of paint that might be sticking out - a bump, or loose spot, she jumps up over and over , chipping it off. All I can see is the text from my landlord when I asked if I could get a second cat. The one telling me that everything here is new and be careful. I was careful. The cat is the one who didn't read the text. I had to move moving tape over the areas on the wall, keeping the largest paint chip for a trip to the hardware store for a Whoops Fill In.
Then my daughter freaked out when I opened the door to the bathroom as she showered. My fingers are cracking so badly from washing dishes and washing cat germs off before dealing with guinea pigs and washing off guinea pig germs before dealing with cats. I needed hand lotion. She screamed, tearing down the pole that holds the shower curtain. She couldn't just slide it over like a human. She had to flail at it like a wounded cub in a trap. That's when the pole hit her in the head, no curtain any longer holding back the shower coming out of the spout.
That's one of those moments where your empathy is buried 3 levels down in the Incident Parfait. I did ask if she was okay. She seemed okay. Then showed her over and over how to open a shower curtain without using the pressure reserved for a mammoth stampede.
The day turned out nicely regardless. Even though Flip sent me emails still denying any part of heart smashing. I am still the villain. I guess if I stayed with him, I'd have to keep upgrading my ten gallon black hat on a monthly basis. Gotta Let Go as Lita Ford has instructed me to, many years ago.
Humanling went to a cousin's party. I went to Starbucks. After picking her back up, we hit the dollar store for a box of 5 garbage bags for the week. Then the grocery store. We are at such Po' status this week that we had to buy.....non organic butter. We bought non organic eggs. Cheap cans of cat food (but still name brand so I guess we can be grateful for something) and....day old bread reduced to a $1.00. When we have to go conventional whatever laden dairy, we're getting by with the skin of our teeth. Make it the last, tiniest membrane of our teeth. As I was taking the eggs out of the cooler, I noticed that my finger had started bleeding (damn cracked skin) and was so grossed out that I was handling egg cartons with an open wound. There was a water fountain right there so I used it to rinse my cut. The water fountain was functional so I imagine someone actually drinks from it but the sound of my daughter asking to drink from it instilled a primal urge of danger. NO YOU CANNOT DRINK FROM THAT. LOOK AT IT. The metal is all green, pasty white, nasty.
So I do say to the universe....thank you. I am grateful that I had ten dollars to spend on these necessities to get us until Friday. Thank you that I can buy cat food so that I can keep my contract of caring for my animals. Thank you for day old bread. It's still bread and it's going to be good with our Land O Lakes eggs and Cabot cheddar at breakfast time. Thank you for pasta. Salt and butter with frozen vegetables on it will be just fine if there is no sauce.
So word to myself (and your motha) that I need to spend light the first half of the month so that we aren't near starving in the second half.
Now that I'm feeling thankful and humble, I will read my WSJ from today and pet that devil cat who looks adorable when she isn't peeling my security money from the walls.
Humanling went to a cousin's party. I went to Starbucks. After picking her back up, we hit the dollar store for a box of 5 garbage bags for the week. Then the grocery store. We are at such Po' status this week that we had to buy.....non organic butter. We bought non organic eggs. Cheap cans of cat food (but still name brand so I guess we can be grateful for something) and....day old bread reduced to a $1.00. When we have to go conventional whatever laden dairy, we're getting by with the skin of our teeth. Make it the last, tiniest membrane of our teeth. As I was taking the eggs out of the cooler, I noticed that my finger had started bleeding (damn cracked skin) and was so grossed out that I was handling egg cartons with an open wound. There was a water fountain right there so I used it to rinse my cut. The water fountain was functional so I imagine someone actually drinks from it but the sound of my daughter asking to drink from it instilled a primal urge of danger. NO YOU CANNOT DRINK FROM THAT. LOOK AT IT. The metal is all green, pasty white, nasty.
So I do say to the universe....thank you. I am grateful that I had ten dollars to spend on these necessities to get us until Friday. Thank you that I can buy cat food so that I can keep my contract of caring for my animals. Thank you for day old bread. It's still bread and it's going to be good with our Land O Lakes eggs and Cabot cheddar at breakfast time. Thank you for pasta. Salt and butter with frozen vegetables on it will be just fine if there is no sauce.
So word to myself (and your motha) that I need to spend light the first half of the month so that we aren't near starving in the second half.
Now that I'm feeling thankful and humble, I will read my WSJ from today and pet that devil cat who looks adorable when she isn't peeling my security money from the walls.
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