Sunday, October 23, 2022

 I was really excited when I saw that Bailen is opening for Lone Bellow this tour -- it was an absolutely incredible show last night!!!! And then the acoustics in Stoughton Opera House are so amazing that both bands chose to come forward off mic for portions of their sets, including the encores (well, for Bailen as opener it was for their final song.) Harmonies off mic acoustic are always so gorgeous in that old opera house.... (The Penny & Sparrow show there when the ghosts were causing issues in the mics/speakers/cables so the guys chose to come forward do the remainder of the show off mic is still one of the most magically beautiful shows ever, just such clarity and light reverb coming back at you from the acoustics of the space..... It was such an incredibly beautiful and magical and special show... I was so grateful and happy to be there to experience it!!!!) Anyway, both Bailen and Lone Bellow sounded AMAZING in that space and it was a magical way for them to open their tour. Also it was nice having first row for it!!! 

Currently watching the Broncos v Jets game with my mom, my aunt, and the dogs (Broncos are my Aunt Geeta's team) after the Packers game (yet another loss....boo....but also better than we've been playing recently and I do always love a good hot potato play so if we had to lose by 2pts at least there was the entertainment and laughs at the unexpected redirections of that last play.)  My da went weight lifting and is probably at work now because he doesn't watch football. The funny thing is that in my family, it's mostly all the women who watch sports. Which is highly entertaining. I mean, I have male cousins who watch (and are all Packers fans) and my brother-in-law Jon adopted the Packers as his team when he got serious with my sister so he and their kids are all Packers football watchers. (My nephew is super excited for watching morning soccer matches of  FIFA World Cup with me while I'm visiting them. He also recently started soccer -- so my sister is officially both a dance mom and a soccer mom now.) But like my da and his brothers and his sister, none of them watch football whereas my mom and her sisters (and their life partners and kids) and my maternal grandmother are all football fans. So in my family, it's the women who I grew up with being the football fans and sports fans generally. And I'm very mu h the person who will watch whatever sport is on TV even if I don't have anything invested in it just because it's on. That said, Packers games and soccer matches are a "if you talk to me during this don't expect any sort of acknowledgement or reply unless we're between plays" (which in soccer is very infrequent, lol) because I'll be ADHD hyperfocus mode and you may get an "I'm sorry what was that?" when I finally acknowledge you said something. 

It also means that I don't mind when a guy is watching sports and don't try to talk about other things except during ad breaks or halftime, lol.

Also. If you want to know my second favorite team after Packers, it's always been Panthers. Because as a kid they were my favorite logo/mascot and colors, they're not a major rivalry with us, and then it solidified for me with them crossing the unspoken color line in football with Cam as QB. I thought that a beautiful thing. So unless they're playing the Packers, I'm always happy to see Panthers win and I'm keeping an eye on that game today. My third favorite team has always been the Saints, because the fleur de lis and my deep love of jazz music and New Orleans and the French speaking heritage down in Cajun country. So it's always a good football week for me when all three of my teams win -- though Packers are the only one that I insist on watching religiously whenever I can and check in on if there's a concert overlapping a Packers game.  But yeah, I'll always sit down watch any football game, with varying levels of intensity and loyalty.  

Also. How cute and Sconnie is this tee that my maman bought me at Lambeau Field Pro Shop?!?! Because can you get more Sconnie than football, beer & cheese curds?!?!




love the shirt! So Sconnie! 

After the Broncos game, whenever my dad gets back, we're headed to Mirch Masala (Indian food) for dinner. And then I'll be swinging by my flat to grab my Highland Park scotch (12 year Viking Honour) from the Orkney Islands that I bought but haven't tried yet but which I decided today I want to open to try with my aunt and mom. My aunt loves good whiskey/scotch (and gins) and all my parents have at their house for whiskey is Fireball and Celtic Honey which are both fine and good for flavoured whiskeys but they're not real whiskeys. When I was asking my aunt what kind of scotch and whiskeys she likes to figure out what to bring her tonight, her eyes lit up when I asked about peat (which is a love or loathe for whiskey drinkers) and Orkney has a definitive peaty notes in scotches so that was when I decided we should open my beautiful box/bottle of Highland Park to try together tonight. (All Highland Park scotchés are gorgeous bottles -- Viking themed all if them to celebrate the islands heritage and so the artwork is all Celtic Viking knotwork thèmes.) So after dinner it will be a scotch and figure skating (Skate America, first event of ISU Grand Prix, was this weekend) tonight.

Saturday, October 22, 2022

Pretty-eyed, Pirate smile, You'll marry a music man. Ballerina, You must've seen her, Dancing in the sand.

 1) my dog who hates to be left at home if she can come with told me it was stupid and a lot of stairs for me to take her to work while I ran an errand just to bring her home again -- and she'd rather skip the stairs and spend time with Spock than the mice. The mice that came inside this summer and had babies spook her a bit (they have no fear of me or the dogs.) So I left her snoozling at home until my return.

2) just as I turned into my chosen spot at Target, Tiny Dancer came on the radio. And it's one of those songs you just can't turn off until it ends.... So here I am in the car, filling time before I go inside, lol. Yeah I know. But could you turn off Tiny Dancer? Really? When you have no time stress commitments for hours and hours? Yeah. That's what I thought, lol. I'll head into Target soon. Once Tiny Dancer is over....

P. S. 8:24am addendum: 

O mon bon dieu! They renovated and rearranged the entire Target from the way its always been. It was so funny watching all the early morning pre coffee faces of people on a quick mission then suddenly discombobulated because nothing looks as it did before and has for years. 😂 Luckily, all the things I was looking for were actually more convenient and fewer distractions impulse buys in the current layout! Sadly, their Halloween kitsch this year was emphasis on the kitsch cutesy side or a good concept poorly executed and nothing worth the price of it so didn't find anything worth the money. Except candy. I did buy me Halloween candy. Reese's cups, an all Reese's products mixed bag, and two bags of smarties for my sugar skull candy bowl. (Because the only candies that belong inside a sugar skull bowl are Smarties and DumDums - and I prefer the Smarties.)

Oooh!! Rolling Stones just ended and the stupid cars are done being stupid so I can back out and just started The Lumineers song Gloria!!!! I love good radio days!!!

[Post title: lyrics to Tiny Dancer by Elton John. Obvs]

The book did have a happy ending, and it does end with a wedding, and just like a fairytale everybody got precisely what they earned in the end and everyone's true natures (the best and the worst of them) was brought into the light. I'm a hopeless romantic but I also have an overactive sense of justice. So a happy ending AND everyone gets the fates their actions/choices earned pleases me best of all! And that pleased me and makes me smile! (Even if there's nobody to see it but the dog who is actively chewing a rawhide she forgot she had buried in her basket of toys and the cat who is sprawled asleep using as a pillow the s shaped cat scratcher I put catnip on them -- both of them between me and the rest of the flat so I can't leave my golden book reading chair and the dining room section I made my book nook without the animals knowing I was moving to a different area.) 

Now. I'm going to go shower then make some sort of tea to read a bit longer while my hair dries before I drop the dog off at work for a bit to listen to Billy Joel music until I return from my Target run as soon as they open at 7. Then home to take her on a walk and eventually make coffee and brunch for myself. I desperately desperately need to do a Target run and have been procrastinating it shamelessly for weeks and now I'm at the point I feel guilty every day I don't do it because the cat's litter box is so low and I have no litter to top it.... He doesn't complain about it, but I feel guilty over it and need to do a Target run to make that guilt better. (Cat litter is cheaper at Target than the pet stores every time I price compare. And it's the same damn thing everywhere. I will buy my animals their food and treats and chews and such and get Audrey groomed for her summer cut from the locally owned pet stores, but for the cat litter cheapest that doesn't have perfumes to give me migraines is perfectly good.) Ironically, my Aunt Geeta asked me to take her and a friend from London (also at the conference) to Target this afternoon, but I know from experience that if I try to buy ANYTHING from my list with my auntie there, she will insist on buying me everything on my list and everything I might want or be interested in.... Both Aunt Kath and Aunt Geeta are that way -- they're married and have no kids of their own (not even any pets now because of how much of the year they spend overseas instead of in Charlottesville where they now live) so insist they have to spend it on spoiling their nieces and nephews. So while I'll let her spoil me a little when I take her and her friend on a Target run, especially since it's spooky season and there will be plenty of impulse buys I desire,  I know that if I run my own needed errand I can tell her truthfully I just recently got all the things I need for myself but thank you for the offer. 

I have a hard time winning arguments with family members when they want to spend money on me or gift me things.....I try but they always fall back on how they make more money than me or how they're older and it's what older generations do and I don't know how to refute those arguments when they're true and eventually it reaches a point where I feel like I'm being ungrateful if I don't accept what they are offering. There isn't really a good solution to it unless I somehow managed to have enough money to gain the upper hand.... So instead I just focus on showering them with my love and time and every little thoughtful kindness I can think of since I know I can't ever win the argument when it comes to buying gifts. Because I've tried, and those two arguments always beat whatever hand I have. 

Then after taking Aunt Geeta and her friend from London on their Target run in the afternoon (which I'm braving downtown right before the Badgers Homecoming game to fetch them) I'll have to figure out  where I'm dropping people off and if my parents are done at their tailgate for hand offs and then picking up Crissy to head to Stoughton for dinner at Viking Brew Pub before the Lone Bellow concert tonight at Stoughton Opera House. Then dropping Crissy off at her apartment before heading to my parents house until whenever my aunt heads to bed and we all finish making our tomorrow plans and I take my dog home with me. Sunday will be whatever my aunt and parents want to do and whatever their timing is. On Monday my Aunt Geeta's flight departs at 2:30ish but I'll head over to the house in the morning to spend some time before taking her to the airport. While Geeta's in town, spending what time I have available with her is my priority -- that's how I always am with loved ones from far away whenever I get to visit them or they visit me.

My entire life, my da's family all lived close by and we're tight knit with the family owned business so I see all of them regularly while my mum's family have always been scattered all over the world (or travelling all over the world) so I saw them rarely. So it was always natural to me that even as an introvert who needs introvert recharge time/space I want to pack as much time as possible with them while I can because it could be a long time before I see them next. In a weird way, I am more focused on spending time with loved ones who aren't always available for me to spend time with than those who live nearby. It's probably why my most successful past relationships were mostly all with touring musicians and why I definitely have exes where the breakup was because he complained that dating me was like being in a long distance relationship with someone in the same city. But you see, as an introvert, you're not competing with another person to get me to spend time with you, you're competing with my joy in solitude and need to recharge. If you're not someone whose presence recharges me (or at least doesn't drain me) then the thought of seeing you if I just saw you in the last couple days is exhausting to me. EXCEPT if you're someone I have a finite time to spend time with before you or I leave again so I know there's introvert recharge time available to me either side of it. If you expect to see me all the time every day and I never get to be alone to recharge AND you're not someone I can comfortably share space with without feeling drained by your thoughts/emotions, you're going to have a hard time with me only wanting to see you once every 3 days or so at most while we're dating, lol. I don't mean to be difficult, it's just without enough introvert recharge time, my patience with people starts to fray noticeably and if I push myself too low on energy, I get migraines to force me to rest.

But anyway. That's why my entire plan for tomorrow day and night is family time. Because of how limited the hours available to spend with my Aunt Geeta.

This of course means no chance for me to go to Weston's Antique Apple Orchard this weekend because I was thinking to go Saturday afternoon but can't if I'm taking my aunt and she friend to Target at 2 and Home stand is only open 1-5 plus the drive to New Berlin AND fitting in dinner before the 7:30 concert. But it's okay. Last week I bought 60lbs of apples and it turns out even I can't consume 60lbs of apples in a week. 😂

Friday, October 21, 2022

Ufgh. 

So I really loved Gods of Jade and Shadow by Silvia Moreno-Garcia (read it for a rewriting of Aztec myths and magic and old gods in the real world with a triumphal ending as opposed to a happy ending) and I've been holding off on her other two books that I own of hers. I'm saving Mexican Gothic for Halloween/Day of the Dead because that seemed appropriate and the other day I decided to start The Beautiful Ones as my purse book. But i got about a third of the way through and decided I needed to take a break from it for a couple days as I've been upset with a couple of the major characters (Hector and Valérie. That's who I'm angry with. I just want to hug Nina through her heartbreak.)

 


I was enjoying it as an alternate history Jane Austen style aristocracy world but with telekinesis. And I absolutely adore and self-identify with Nina (one of the main characters) especially the losing control of her gifts when angry. (I try not to let me get angry, not because I move things with my mind, but because I fuck up any/everything electronic when my temper flares -- sometimes only temporarily if minor annoyance/irritation like lockups on computers and making lights flicker and sometimes more completely like with burning out lightbulbs or causing error messages that don't exist in security systems or blocking all cell/wifi/bluetooth from devices within several feet of me while I'm upset or newer cars won't start until I calm my shit.... So I've spent most of this life working really really fucking hard to teach me to control my temper and even when things make me angry to only allow me to be angry within places I can safely do so and then to let go of the anger and find something active/productive I can do or to let go of the situation because otherwise me getting irritated at an inconsiderate asshole on a plane could kill me and everyone else on it from the electrical storm release of my chi/prana when I'm upset....Injustice still always gets under my skin though no matter what I do, especially from people who should know better, and when I'm hangry my fuse gets extra short for everything even things that normally wouldn't even irk me so I make sure I eat filling meals and bring snacks while in airports and on trains and on long drives. because in the electronic age, me getting angry while traveling could be more deadly than just the annoyance of nothing working on anybody's cell phones and other devices. I also can't use or wear even just normal watches because they stop every time I get angry -- same with FitBits and health trackers which is why I've never even considered strapping a smart watch on me -- sometimes my phone needs to be in the other room from me to protect it after all, lol. I do not desire to wire up a home full of smart devices, sounds like Hell on Earth every time I get angry and since gifts are genetic (my da can also fry electrical things as well when upset) if I ever have kids I'd rather not have to deal with being unable to get the oven to work when the little one is going through their terrible twos, thanks. I mean, I grew up around computers in a computer sales and service business that started off as a typewriter repair shop in my grandparents basement, but like, a smart house or a smart care is a terrible terrible TERRIBLE idea for anyone with really strong energetic gifts because if my control slips even just the slightest, especially when I'm angry, the energy affects everything electrical and causes lock up and error messages and sometimes destroys things -- and the more frustrated I get that things aren't working, the more things stop working and it just keeps spiraling until I force myself to calm down and control my emotions so maybe just MAYBE the fucking texts can send through and I can check the store hours like I'd been trying to do for the last hour....And I'm an ADULT witch energy worker who has spent her entire life around computers and electronics and working to control myself so things can work, it was far worse when I was a child and my emotions and temper were much more tempestuous on the surface than they are now. Strangely, joy and excitement energy pulses don't fry electronics, i can actually boost signals (including getting cell signal where none existed until you put it into my hand) and make broken devices work when I'm happy and want to hold onto a radio station to finish a song I love. But anger and agitation, especially anger, REALLY fuck up everything with an electric circuit....Always has.) So anyway, I can DEFINITELY relate to Nina's inability to control her gifts when she gets upset. Because it happens to me too, though manifests in a different way. Overall I just relate to the character as she's written -- very independent and stubborn and honest and super inquisitive reads a lot. 

Anyway, I'm mad at Hector and Valérie because of what they do around pp. 110-120. I don't want to get into it, because it would be plot spoilers, but o did I get upset with them! With Hector specifically -- because I thought better of him. Valérie is a fucking bitch and a snake and I hate having to read her chapters -- I can't STAND bullying manipulative controlling women who make themselves surface beautiful and underneath they're just vicious and cruel and rationalize it all.... She's exactly a "look at me" sparkly on the outside but vicious and cruel and manipulative on the inside. (Female bullying manifests more in social controls, not physical smack downs.) Anyway Valérie is a terrible awful viper of a human, the "I don't want this and can't even have it now -- but nobody else can have it either" sort of malicious female bullying queen bee mean girls type and I didn't expect any better of her than the cruelty and vindictiveness and self-serving manipulation she is guilty of. But O am I mad at Hector! How COULD he?!?! 

I need to move past it, if only for the sake of my lightbulbs and my cell phone, so I'm going to come back to it tonight after my several days break from the book reading other things. I have no intention to DNF this one, I'm truly enjoying it and the first chapter made me laugh and I read a lot of the witty lines aloud to Mikaela who I was hanging out with on Monday.  I just needed some time to cool down my anger with Hector because I really thought he was better than what he did... My only consolation is that he thought he was better than that too. And I still have just over half the book remaining so there's time for him to redeem himself -- both with me as a reader and with Nina who's the one he actually hurt.

(Also, this is SUCH a Jane Austen with telekinesis rom com of a book.... But I'm absolutely here for it and I fully expect a happy ending. It just has that vibe to it. And it suits my needs right now, I could use a happy ending even after all the plot twists in between. I mean, I'm a Libra sun with a Pisces rising, so I am the most hopeless romantic you'll ever meet always here for the plot twist to bring about the happy ending, no matter what my Capricorn moon tries to logic you into believing about me. I would be super pleased if it were made into a beautiful film full of chateaux and chandeliers and corsets and silks. If I were to make it into a film, I'd film it in France.)

1:11am update: I just reached the end of Part One and I'm very proud of Nina. Just saying. Still want to give her a hug, but a different sort of hug. Making yourself rise up again from heartbreak and accepting you can't have the future you'd pinned your dreams on is hard, especially when a third party who can't even be with the person your heart set itself on is the one who takes it away from you makes it so you can't have it now and it's out of your reach. It's easy to be angry and it's impossible not to have the times that the sorrow feels like it will drown you -- but I'm proud of her continuing to work on controlling her gifts (and her emotions) and re-entering the world of the people who love her and planning to go back to show Valérie that she can take away from her the dreamed of future with Hector but the poisons of her bitchiness can't break Nina and can't steal all her joy.  I'll finish the rest of it soon now, probably tonight after I get home from work. Just doing a bit more filing done while it's quiet here and finishing this cuppa tea before I head home.  (I don't mean any of that in a meta psychanalysis way, it's just literally what's going on in the book and my reactions to it.I'm still convinced this is a happy ending with a wedding rom com sort of book. Even if it doesn't seem like it at this plot point I'm at just ending Part One, still it has the FEEL of a happy ending rom com of a book. And I'm hoping for the happy ending for it, dangit! I'm here for that. I'll be even more angry if it doesn't happen then I was over what made me take a break from the book for a few days before I could come back to it.)

Thursday, October 20, 2022

Every time you come around, you know I can't say no. Every time the sun goes down, I let you take control. I can feel the paradise before my world implodes, And tonight had something wonderful. My bad habits lead to late nights endin' alone. Conversations with a stranger I barely know. Swearin' this will be the last, but it probably won't, I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do. My bad habits lead to wide eyes stare into space, And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say. Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape. Nothin' happens after two, it's true. It's true, my bad habits lead to you.

 So. I did set that last post to private today. For the reasons I had brought up in the postscript. 

But tonight (well, very late witching hours) as I was driving home and contemplating the beautiful waning crescent moon, I decided that some of the things I had realized were epiphanies I wanted here. I may still go back and trim out names/details/anything identifying or too specific in the first part, but I want most of the post here. Because..... The general best policy is that during/around eclipses you don't manifest the ways you would at typical new moons and full moons because the light is occluded and your manifestations become "be careful what you wish for" lessons if you try to force your will on the energies BUT it's an important time to pay attention to the things that manifest suddenly or that bring hidden things into view or clarity to what was dark. During eclipse season, imposing your will gets you a lesson in being careful what you wish for, but paying attention to where there is sudden illumination of what was dark/hidden is opportunities for changes and blessings in your life. And I can't explain something I realized while admiring the moon tonight without some of the information of that last post. 

So. I know that I said people have to learn their lessons in their own time and no external force can make it happen before they're ready. And I do truly believe that. But it's as applicable to me as Eric or Britt or any other incarnating soul. And. What I realized tonight while watching the moon is that a truly radical acceptance of Eric's free will choices and trusting him to figure out what he wants for his life path doesn't just require me letting go of projecting on him my own desire for reunion, but also it requires me letting go of projecting my fears and learned assumptions on him. It means not just accepting that this life may not be the right timing for a reunion, but also accepting that reunion COULD be something he also desires wants for his life. I can't just try to weed out my assumptions born of my hopes/desires without also weeding out my assumptions born of my fears/doubts. 

The truth is I don't truly KNOW what it is he desires and chooses and is chasing after fighting to have in his life this lifetime and so if I want to try to be in a state where I have faith and hope in him achieving it for his sake then I need to keep myself in a state of agnostic receptivity for LEARNING from him what he desires and chooses for his life this life. Whenever he is certain and chooses to act on it, that's when I will know what he desires and I just make a mess when I project my desires or my fears as assumptions about what he wants for his life this lifetime. But if I'm going to try to claim that my goal is radical acceptance of his free will choices for what he wants, then I need to work on my long held assumption that the reason we went so long across so many lifetimes without our life paths crossing was that somehow he doesn't want me anymore. Because I am guilty of entertaining that fear until I came to accept it as his truth since I couldn't think of any other reason it was taking so long for our paths to cross again..... And I know the longer a belief/assumption is held the harder it is to eradicate, but I also know that I get nowhere in it if I pretend that fear based assumption wasn't inside me coloring how I have interpreted his words/actions up til now. And I won't eradicate it if I get complacent and think acknowledging it is enough to stop it from affecting my subjective reads and assumptions and causing me to sabotage things because I'm assuming I'm doing him a favor somehow by removing myself from his options. 

And I know I've said before that this is something for me to work on, but it's something for me to CONTINUOUSLY work on and remind myself. Especially when my actions start to veer into trajectories that are about me letting him go to pursue "whatever he wants for his life path that doesn't involve me in his life" as opposed to actions that are based on wanting for him "whatever he wants for his life path." I can't say I'm GOOD at reminding myself that I'm trying to remove from me this old assumption, especially when I get stoic martyring trying to put his happiness ahead of mine instead of even considering they might be the same thing. But I need to keep working on it as a part of my radical acceptance that it is his choices for his own life path that I need to respect and listen for whenever he's ready to share them or act on them, with no expectations or assumptions or projections from me clouding me. 

I mean. I can still be just and fair and strive to be better than I have been. Even if I'm in the hollows from grief/mourning of accepting loss/absence where I feel nothing in response to what the band creates/does, which is where I've been since August 2019 shattered my assumption that the blocking and ostracism had been a mistake that could be fixed now that they were their own controlling management/pr if only they were told about it....even deep in the hollows where everything is grey and can't bring joy, even while there a girl can strive to be just and fair and better than her past versions of herself towards someone. Radical acceptance and fairness doesn't require an emotional response or feeling joy/excitement for what is created with the collective of the band, it requires a strict adherence to my sense of ethics and justice.  I don't have to feel anything from the band's songs/videos/tours/creative endeavors to strive to do right by him. But me trying to force myself let him go because of fear based assumptions coupled with me not feeling the joy from anything he has been sharing or doing because it all comes back to the band which makes me feel an all consuming nothing is NOT fair of me at all. And it's certainly not me listening for and respecting what he would choose for himself and his own life path this life. 

Even if my reaction to everything related to the band is the all consuming nothing of the hollows where I go while grieving an absence of something I once loved from my life, still he deserves I try to be a better version of myself, y'know? And for me to be a better version of me and to truly practice radical acceptance of his choices, I have to work on not letting that fear based assumption sneak in on me to sabotage options that he might want to choose if only they existed and he could reach them.... (He also might not want them, but the radical acceptance requires my agnosticism from presuming and only using his actions and words as evidence of his choices/desires.)

[Post title: lyrics to the Ed Sheeran song Bad Habits. It's the last song I heard on the radio tonight so it's still stuck in my head and also felt apropos of this post.]

Wednesday, October 19, 2022

Right from the start, You were a thief, you stole my heart, And I, your willing victim. I let you see the parts of me, that weren't all that pretty, And with every touch you fixed them. Now you've been talking in your sleep, oh oh. Things you never say to me, oh oh. Tell me that you've had enough, Of our love, our love. Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough. Just a second we're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again. It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts: We're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again.

One of my friends texted me tonight saying she needed some advice and someone to talk to wanting to know if I was free tonight. I had told her that I was, I might take longer than usual replying via texts because I was in the middle of watering and caring for plants but would check back in while it --unless she wanted to call and talk and then I'd finish that watering can worth and then do some alphabetizing while talking because that's a "keep my hands busy but doesn't need complete focus" activity.  She said talking would probably be easier. So I told her to go ahead and call. (I tend to expect old friends to reach out to me out of the blue, like Hal texting me on Monday night and people who want to talk things out with me about what's upsetting them whenever Mercury or Mars go retrograde or entering into eclipses. I'm a Libra Mercury and Sag Mars, so I'm good with diplomacy and seeing the other person's side and a long sighted philosophical plan of action -- but being Pisces rising I'm HIGHLY empathic and when people ask me for help/advice I tend to sit for long lengthy talks until they've found a way to a clear sighted way through whatever had them upset or anxiety or was causing ptsd manifestations.  So it's part of why I keep my circle of friends small because I care deeply and completely or not at all and like everyone I only have a finite amount of time to give and I don't know how to say no when someone i care about is hurting and comes to me for comfort and/or advice.)

Anyway, tonight we ended up on the phone for 3 hours. Which is what I expected when i told her she could call after I double checked that my battery was charged enough for a long conversation, but it wasn't what I had expected for the night. Maddie is a sweetheart, but she's an Aries sun right on the cusp of being a Taurus with her sun in her 12th house so she overthinks how her actions impact others and has a more self-sacrificing lack of ego than any other Aries I've known -- and while going through her Saturn return she's been talking to me a LOT to help her find her way through. (I actually get a lot of female friends/family that come to me for advice and to talk during crucial parts of their Saturn returns, which makes sense because as a Hand of Ma'at and an ancient Priestess of the Goddess, I've always joked that Serendipity lives on my left shoulder and Karma lives on my right shoulder and that I function as a catalyst for opportunities of karmic growth and change people earn -- but they have to choose it and listen to the questions I ask and the answers they find to keep what they earn.) And I got about half the stack of invoices to alphabetize before filing alphabetized.  talking through some things that had gotten her into an anxiety down spiral. So we talked through what had given her such a spinning her wheels anxiety attack (a new small wrinkle bringing back up the still unhealed from in a tough situation girl bullying manipulative dynamic involving her and her bff (also a friend of mine) and the bff's coworker who was trying to break the bff -- basically a big mess that I spent quite a bit of July/August helping them straighten out to find their own answers by being consistent with my own boundaries and ground rules for the interactions because best friend fights and breakups can be even harder than romantic breakups, especially when other people (not me but some other mutuals) start picking sides or hearing only one side) and then got into more of the "why is your anxiety heightened in recent weeks?" where she told me when it was manifesting in her imposter syndrome at work (she's an OT with at risk kids in the Milwaukee area) and I gave her some resource seeking suggestions to help with that and then asked some questions about her dog she's in the process of adopting and how much of her recent anxiety spirals about her own decisions and making the right choices is due to her subconscious questioning about her fitness as a parent (dog parent in her case, but people have the same anxieties with new pets and new kids, wondering if they're ready to not eff up the soul they're taking under their own care once they're the responsible one.)  She told me she hadn't even considerd that because she knows she's good with dogs (she worked at a doggy daycare for a while) and with greyhounds specifically because her sister has two greyhounds from the same rescue -- but when I gently reminded her that that isn't the same as being the sole caregiver responsible person she said it made sense and I could hear her anxiety and tension releasing after I asked that. And then she got all excited gushing about how she'll get to pick up her girl this weekend and already bought her coat. (She was originally told she could bring her home the day she met her and were under observation then they checked and realized the dog, who will be named Juniper, hadn't yet been spayed. Spay date was set for Oct 17, and then observation so can come home this weekend.)

One of the interesting parts of the conversation was our conversation about what guilt and contrition over past acts are functioning. Because past is past, nobody can change the versions of them that they once were. And this was a situation where she regretted and disliked the version of herself she had been and in talking, I asked her what good she was hoping to gain in apologizing to a person she hardly knew for the things she said to them about someone else while upset with them. And I asked her what she was hoping to gain from it and in connection with whom? Was it about herself? About the person she was wanting to explain her past self to? Or is it the friend who would be hurt about what her past self had said to a relative stranger? And she had the break through that the person she wanted to protect and apologize to is the friend she was bad mouthing, because that's who she wronged. And I told her that that was good and it's growth but she's allowed to accept that realization about her past self and just hang onto it until there's a right time to make that apology without making it something bigger and creating the hurt she wants to protect her friend from experiencing. I also told her that while it's important to engage in self reflection and recognize that you do NOT like the version of yourself you let yourself be, it's important to understand the reasons for it without excusing the behaviors and then to USE that recognition of what you didn't like in your past self to make you a better version of you now and in the future.  I told her wallowing in guilt doesn't do anything to help anyone, and it won't help you from learning to not make the same mistakes -- the guilt MATTERS because it's a measure of your own conscience but it's not about how bad you feel over what you can't change that matters, it's how you USE that guilt to change your present and future. I helped her direct her guilt over what in hindsight she feels badly she said/did to help her understand that we don't have to LIKE all the past versions of ourself, but we need to accept that they're who we allowed ourselves to be and more importantly embrace that it's no longer who we WANT or CHOOSE to be. And that means apologizing/atoning to anyone you wronged/hurt in the past while being a version of yourself you're now ashamed of AND it means analyzing how you have rationalized that version of you at that time and in the time since so you can learn from that where you need to work so as not to be that person in the present/future. I'm very proud of Maddie for having the realization that Ray (I'm assuming it's Ray, not Rae, though Maddie did always use they/them pronouns, but how to spell their name didn't actually come up in the discussion, lol) was not the person she wanted to explain herself to and for her choosing to accept the past version of her even if she didn't like it so she could use it as an example of how she won't choose to be in the future. (I'm actually incredibly proud of both Maddie and Alana and their paths of growth they've been choosing throughout this year and how seriously they've taken to heart what I've said/asked of them when they've come to me for advice (or at least Socratic questions to guide them to find their own advice) and yes I have directly told them both how proud I am of their growth and that they should be proud of themselves and of each other too.)

I will say that the realization you can't FORCE someone to admit when they chose hurtful behavior patterns or to choose to be better than they have been, it's something they've got to arrive at for themself, is definitely a concept that I have been thinking a lot about lately and reviewing with myself to find the place in me of radical acceptance for letting go of my hurt regarding the situation with Eric and Delta Rae and making myself accept the fate lines of current highest probability (due to the choices of his sister, for herself and in the entire band's name, and that he chose to perpetuate her defensiveness on rather than doing the ethical honorable thing to make right the wrong committed in his name that he was helping to perpetuate) that this lifetime isn't one where Eric and I can have reunion be together because even with everything else being aligned if he's not ready to grow nobody can make him do so, not even someone with whom he has such a deep intense soul bond. So it was quite top of mind within my own lesson learning (you never finish learning a lesson, you just keep getting tested on them where you failed in the past and learning them deeper ad deeper to be truths until you're never even tempted by the rationalizations/behaviors that led you to fail the karmic test in the past) that you can't force someone to grow or change on anyone's timelines but their own, it will never happen until they're ready to do so and all you can do is care about them until they realize on their own why their past self was shitty and to choose to be better in the future than the self they used to be. *shrugs* Because I firmly believe there's a space for growth/change and to be better than our past selves, but it starts in recognizing what we didn't like about our past self and how our past self hurt other people (or would hurt them if what we said/did got back to them) and using that contrition over the past to make amends and grow to be a better version of ourself form here forward. I validated that her guilt was coming from the correct place feeling badly for  gossiping/bad mouthing someone but that wallowing in it spinning out over it wouldn't help anyone, the way to help anyone is by changed behavior patterns from this realization forward. Nobody else can have that realization for you -- even if you tell someone else, "Wow that was a really shitty hurtful thing you've done" you can't make them feel bad enough for it to make it right and to make the conscious choice not to keep doing it. They have to come to that on their own. The closest you can get is leading them to it by informing them how they hurt you.... but even then, you have no control over how they internalize you saying their actions caused you hurt -- you can't make them CHOOSE contrition/apology, some people are just going to get defensive and rationalize and turn the blame back on you when confronted with how their actions hurt you because that is where their ego is stuck at and until they grow to be a better version of themself there is no amount of TELLING them they hurt you (or telling anyone else how you were hurt by them) that can force them to changed behavior or to even acknowledging/apologizing for their past actions that were hurtful. You can't force contrition and atonement on someone else, it has to come from within -- and when someone DOES feel it, then even as an objective bystander not in the dynamic, the best you can do is encourage them to take that guilt and use it in helpful ways such as apologizing/making right to the person their past self hurt and/or not perpetuating behaviors that belong to the past version of you that you don't want to be anymore. Growth is hard and it takes time, but it never happens until someone hits that inflection point of realizing they don't like the version of themselves they allowed themselves to be in the past and they're ready to CHOOSE to be a better version of themself from here forward. And you can't force anyone to that inflection point of growth to be a better version of themself -- only their own self-reflection from a place of unflinching honesty can get them there. And that radical acceptance of these truths and his choices is why I felt nothing when I saw the email that there was a new video for The Beast (which I gave not watched) featuring The Witch With a B (how I refer to her faux witchy for the aesthetic stage persona of certain songs) and the email from today that they're planning a new tour for the Spring and are once again coming right here to High Noon Saloon (where I saw my first Delta Rae show -- the time I saw them along the path at Summerfest and stopped to listen to an acoustic song would be the first time i saw them but not the first show I saw of theirs) as well as to other nearby cities that I had previously always considered "driveably close" for a Delta Rae show (but which I have no intention of spending my money to buy tickets to even the Madison show at this point in time.)  After all, I told you quite clearly that to honor the boundaries that Britt created for herself and the band of desiring not to exist to me, is to shut down all reactions/feelings to anything created or done by the band especially when it involves her due to the stated choices and desire to not exist to me which my ethics require I respect TO THE LETTER as a consequence of the boundaries created. *shrugs* By the actions Britt took in October 2018 and Eric's choices to stand behind those choices rather than make them right in 2019, I can either respect the boundary as it exists and feel nothing in regards to anything created or done by the band from which I am ostracized and informed the band does not desire to exist to me or they can change that boundary and desire to exist to me and I will be able to care once more about anything they do or create. It's that straightforward and simple. But you can't have it both ways -- you can't create a boundary that states you don't want to exist to me and then still expect any reaction or emotional response from a person to whom you ask that you not exist. My ethics regarding the sanctity of free will are going to demand of me I respect your boundaries that you create to the letter or I won't be able to live with my own conscience. i don't have to LIKE the boundaries or think they're fair of just, i can think them abominably cruel, but its your boundaries and your free will and your choices so by my ethics I have to respect the boundaries as you created and maintain them in order for me to be comfortable in my own skin with my own ethics and my own actions. She and the band as a collective have made it very clear by the actions and choices in the past and present that have gotten us here that they wish not to exist to me, and so it makes no difference to me what they create, what they do, or where they tour -- I'll do my best not to let those exist to my in respect of the boundaries created by the choices she has made and perpetuated both for herself and for the band as a collective. 

For Eric's sake, because I can't help but love him what with the bond that pulls between our souls and all, I'll hope it will take him down the path to reach the happiness he's seeking in his life path this lifetime. I'll always want for him the happiness he seeks and choose for himself. How could I ever want anything else for him?  I don't have to know what that is or what it looks like to hope he finds it and makes it his. But beyond that hope for him at this time it doesn't emotionally move me or touch me at all anything they've recorded, created, or plan to do as a collective. And it won't as long as there's a boundary of ostracism created and perpetuated in their name. I also will judge them hypocrites for their claims of standing for social justice and inclusivity as a result of it, because you can't be the "you can't sit at our table" bully and call yourself inclusive without being a hypocrite. but that's a judgement of the intellect and of my sense of fairness/justice, not a judgement of emotions. But honestly, even the songs I once loved and that I should still love don't make me feel anything anymore. I've tried, and there's just a nothingness there now, like the hollows you feel toward things that once brought you joy when you're grieving and in mourning. That's all I feel whenever I try to listen to any Delta Rae song, ever since Eric's choice in 2019 to ghost and ignore and go live on the band's Instagram account "to celebrate with all our fans" even after he was personally and directly told why that was problematic and not all the fans could join  when things were done or shared on the band's official Instagram account. *shrugs* There's only hollowness and emptiness where any emotional reaction or connection used to be and still should be in reaction to any of the band's songs or videos or seeing them live. Seeing Eric in person when I let me look at him makes me light up brighter than a sunrise, but the band and its songs evoke in me a nothingness and just the hollow emptiness of a place where emotions used to be. It's been that way for me with the band's songs since August 2019.... And there's nothing that's ever been said or done that's altered that emptiness as my only emotional reaction to the band and its music. And the only thing i have ever experienced to relate that emptiness to is the hollows after grieving loss or death, when everything is emptiness where there should be emotions and color and connection. And there's no actions I can do that will alter that -- because it's not my choices that created this and killed everything I had once felt in connection to the band, it's not my choices that took the band beyond boundaries of not wanting to exist to me. There's nothing I can do to make me feel anything other than emptiness toward someone or something i once cared about that no longer exists to me in my life.... Not while they are an absence and a loss and an empty place where there once was a connection. I told you, i only know how to love and to care about people completely or not at all.... I don't know how to do it halfway and I never learned the art of falling out of love. If ever I loved anyone or anything, I only know how to care deeply or how to feel he hollows of mourning what is lost to me -- nothing in between. I've always been that way. I don't know how to love lukewarm....

Also. In the spirit of complete honesty.... I should be clear that I take a long time mourning loss.... My grieving process over loss, especially a permanent loss like death or non existent takes me years in the hollows before I can even cry.... I've learned to compartmentalize my sorrow and grieving so I can be happy even while in the hollows now.... But. When my grandpa died when I was 9, it took me over a year to smile so it reached my eyes and it was 7 years before I could find my way out of the hollows to cry out my grief. I stood dry eyed by his grave and my cousin who had been my childhood best friend told me through her weeping that I was heartless because I had always been his favorite but couldn't even cry at the funeral. Kids are cruel in their honesty and she was hurting and even then I didn't blame her, I just told her, "I hope you never know the emptiness too deep and silent to cry over it. That's where I am right now. I'd much rather be crying like you." Sasha and I were never as close after that, and then our friendship was permanently severed she stopped spending time with her dad's side of the family after I freaked her shit out when she wanted to talk to him with my Ouija board so I opened an actual channel (I'm a medium after all) and he said things on the Ouija board only she and he knew..... That was long ago and I've learned since then that even when people think they want to talk to dead loved ones, they don't actually mean it most of the time.... And I didn't even get burned at the stake to learn that one. At least not this time around. But my point was actually that the hollows feel the same emptiness where once there was love and affection - and given that the hollows in reaction to Delta Rae's songs and everything create/do started in August 2019 when I was forced to accept that Eric himself was okay with the ostracism on the band's account and even chose to take an active role in the bullying it created, I rather expect my apathy toward their songs and anything they create/do is because I'm still grieving over accepting the loss of Delta Rae as something existing in my life if I'm to respect the boundaries created in their name and enforced and perpetuated by every one of them who use or share anything from the band's Instagram account to their personal accounts. And, me choosing radical acceptance of Eric's choices to make me let go of Eric and I reuniting in this life is probably like me giving up ballet when my grandfather could no longer take me to my lessons and my parents were fighting over not having time to take me and it couldn't make me feel happy while I was so numb grieving.... And once I'm out of the hollows I'm sure I'll feel the hole in me from the thing I love and sacrificed to the hollows while it couldn't add to my happiness, same as I did about ballet until I reclaimed it's integral importance to my joie de vivre when I was in college. But while I'm mourning and everything I once loved about the band just makes me feel the hollows, the radical acceptance and letting him go just feels a bit like, "what is a bit more emptiness when everything this touched within me is emptiness and hollows?" And that is definitely how I mourn. Instead of crying, I just keep going through the hollows until I reach the far side of them, no matter how long it takes or what I let go of and lose along the way.

Anyway. Whether you choose a path of contrition and apology or a path of defensiveness and rationalizations, it doesn't change the past actions of your past self and the hurt it caused and it doesn't release you from the consequences of your past choices that only get altered when you choose to be different than you have been up until now. it's all up to you and your choices -- but you can't expect other people to pretend you didn't do anything hurtful to them just because you refuse to admit you could ever have done wrong or act so as to make it right, you're still guilty of having done wrong and hurtful things both in the past and present. You can't undo your past choices or the past version of yourself that you once were -- you can only decide if you want to perpetuate the hurt from the past choices or to change to be a better version of yourself. But it's always the individuals choice. Still. If I could give Britt, the Witch Spelled with a B, any advice it would be to take a listen to Bronx's tarot advice for Leos for right now and the upcoming months and she should really take everything they said to heart. Because if she doesn't, there's nothing that will get me to any of those Delta Rae shows or to give her brother a chance to teach me he doesn't want to be the version of himself he let himself be in August 2019. She broke it for the band and for him given how central she is into his life -- while anyone in the band can fix it she can have no relationship whatsoever with me, not even my respect or affection, without her fixing what she willfully chose to break. She's not my sister, I'm not in any way required to have her in my life -- and I don't choose to on the current terms of the choices and boundaries people have made and lashed out defensively over maintaining rather than admitting they did things that were cruel and hurtful.) Obviously though, that's just my advice on something I saw that seemed extraordinarily pertinent for how to change the course from what it's been ever since October 28, 2018. But it doesn't mean anyone will choose to listen to me or take my advice.

Anyway. While I got half my pile of to alphabetize done, it meant a 3 hour delay on my timeline caring for all my plants -- and that meant that instead of finishing the plants at 1am, I finished them at 4am just now and it's an awkward time for me to head home. So I'll just stay working until closer to sunrise -- I have no have tos today other than showering at some point and picking up my Aunt Geeta at the airport around 5ish then taking her to the hotel her conference is at (she'll be at my parents house Saturday night through Monday afternoon which is when I'll get to spend time with her/them.) That said, I'm a bit tired now though. Mentally tired as well as needing to refill my emotional cup before I should give more to others again. Not physically tired. more mental/emotional. . My method of advice giving tends to center around focused listening, Socratic questioning, and my own subjective reads or how I would handle it if I were in the situation.  (if you ever come to me for advice, I ask question give you new perspectives to consider things until you discover your own best answer by way of questions, I rarely give definite answers as advice. Because my path and your path are not the same and I firmly believe that the person who must live the karma of the choices is the one who should make the choices, though you can help give them the best possible information to make those choices. )

P.S. I'll probably set this back to draft later, especially after I get some sleep and have time to reflect on it. Maddie's growth and journey falls under the category of "not my story to tell" and the rest of it IS my story to tell because it's my own reactions and thoughts upon events that occurred that involve me personally... But I've told myself not to write about it here because that gets nowhere and keeps me fixated on solving something that my own choices and actions can't solve at this point since nobody I approached on the matter was willing to even talk about it acknowledge what happened/is still happening much less do something to change it -- all I can do is let it go.  Which I'm trying to do but can't if I indulge in obsessive spinning my gears about things here. Still. i wanted to get out into words my own epiphanies and realizations and lessons I realized were applicable to ME and my own situation after having talked through Socratically helping Maddie with getting her own anxieties spinning her out under control again. *yawns* but the ethics of having this post public is something for me to consider later, after I sleep. Right now, I'll just work and catch up on the news until first light and heading home to gets some sleep after sunrise is past.

[Post title: lyrics to the Pink song Just Give Me a Reason. It was in my head while writing this.]

Thursday, October 13, 2022

I started this book yesterday, finished it this morning. I had a rough start with it if I'm honest, despite my excitement for the concept and how much I loved his Arc of a Scythe trilogy.


I had a hard time at the start of it because I found the original character to be vapid and not interesting and dull. And the writing was so lame and basic and simplistic....  I was pretty close to DNF-ing despite how rarely I dnf and how exciting the concept could be and how good I know the author can be because I just couldn't bring me to care about the Ash at the beginning... But I reminded myself it's a book about learning by experiencing, it's not about who the character is at the start it's about who they grow to be. (In this case who you grow to be and how you come to understand assumptions and implicit biases you have held and didn't know you held when they get unraveled by traversing across multiple alternate reality versions of yourself.) And so I stuck it out and I'm glad I did.

It didn't resonate with me at a core personal level the way the last book I posted about did. The witch of the last book felt like a fractured sliver of my own soul's path, of versions of me and who I have been in ancient lives even I've forgotten in my own past -- I didn't connect with Ash in a personal way at all. But I was able to admire him for the realizations he had and the person he became and the person he chose to be when given options and who he wanted to help other people become by his own choices and interactions with them. I could respect and love the character by the end of the book, even if I couldn't relate or resonate with him. And also I think that from the perspective that reading literature teaches radical empathy by putting yourself inside the feelings of another it did an incredible job of delivering that in a very meta way of exploring within the self all the different versions of yourself you could have been if the dynamics you were raised in were different. It does so in a very modern way, dealing with modern versions of systemic issues of the world we live in.  It's one that I think would be a good choice for any/all teenagers to read, but most especially cis white men. 

I'm not going to write short reviews about allll the books I read in individual posts, promise. I just ended up really loving both of these two recent choices to read, despite the rough start with Game Changer. I read voraciously and eclectic things (for example I have a book of short biographies called Doomed Queens which I'm reading a couple intermittently whenever I'm between books.) I used to write up a list here of all the books I read as I finished them and all the books I purchased then share it every once in a while whenever I decided it had been long enough I should. I sort of fell out of the habit of it. This isn't me deciding to take up the practice again, but I'm not saying I won't.

I've just really loved these two books I recently read and if I have nothing to share here of anything new from my heart or my life events these recent days, I figured I could share here from my head and what had brought me joy recently in immersing myself in different perspectives and ideas.

Tomorrow night is UW Library book sale followed by symphony, I'm so excited for the guest violinist James Ehnes!! He's plays so exquisitely beautifully!!! Saturday to the orchard during the day and then Beau Soleil concert in the evening, Sunday will be heading out before the sunrise to head up to Green Bay for the noon Packers game at Lambeau. Gonna be chilly and brisk and a many layers game -- high of 49, low of 35 and cloudy.. (Also. It snowed this afternoon in Madison. Not cold enough to stick, but a fairly heavy short first snow of the season already fell today. Winter is coming. The North remembers. Granted it was a funny patchy snow, only over the west side of the city near my home and work... but it did snow.)

P. S. Unrelated to the above. But tonight I heard the Madison Cunningham song Life According to Rachel for the first time. I first heard it on a Malinda Kat reel covering the song which was gorgeous made me go look up the original. (Malinda is an Irish folk singer who has one of the most angelically beautiful Mezzos you've ever heard....in this life or most others!) And it's so beautiful -- the sort of beautiful that cracks your heart open and makes you cry but in the ways that let the light in because you're feeling something so beautiful and so sad and so full of love and loss. Of life and death, love and loneliness. And the guilt that there is never enough time, no matter how much you give and are given. She wrote the song after her grandma's death and I definitely lump in the throat started crying when it got to the chorus:

"It's not if, darling it's when 

Was there something left unsaid? 

Were your eyes green, were they blue? 

What was it that I forgot to ask you? 

Busy hands, I'll set 'em down 

To say I love you right out loud 

I'll bet you're making heaven laugh 

But it feels like tears and memories are all we have."

Tuesday, October 11, 2022

I've been at my parents house tonight with my maman and the dogs while my da is at cards with his friends. She made us butternut squash and kale gnocchi from her box and we had a bottle of Italian chianti and we worked on finishing up some of last years Four Continents dvred figure skating that we had from just before the Olympics and forgot about until she was going through her DVR in August when I was stupid super busy with Irish fest and then my parents were out of town. We want to finish these out before this year's Grand Prix season starts with Skate America (always the third weekend of October.)  

So that's been my night, gnocchi and chianti and dvred Four Continents performances.

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I started this book Sunday evening but was so tired that I it read the first couple segments before I had to sleep. But when I got home from work last night at like 2:30-3am, I sat down and just hyperfocal devoured it all in one sitting. As in carried it with me to the kitchen to read while waiting on the kettle to steep another cuppa tea. (Finished the whole book in only 3 cuppas.) 




It's one of my favorite books I've read in a really really long time. If I guess it would be and have made other people buy it based on my enthusiasm for it, even unread, but just wanted to confirm that I absolutely adored it! And not just because I always refer to him as Odin Oathbreaker and insist he can never be trusted.   

It was so good!!!! I loved it so much!!!

I bought it in the bookstore at SeaTac on my way home from visiting my sister but I have been impatiently waiting to read it. I picked this one up and I knew it was going to be a thinning of the veil dying of the year when all the trees  light up flame colors and start dropping -- the crisp and windy step down from early autumn harvest waning into the great seasonal die off/sleep. The season of apples and whiskey and pumpkin spice and holding onto the warmth and goldenness to keep in your memory and soul through the glitter and starkness of the great slumber and purity and silence before everything is reborn. The ending that sets the seeds for the rebirth on the other side of the resting. I was so excited on Saturday night when I had finished both my purse book and my at home book and we hit a last gasp of sunny 70s before we settle into lows all in the frost/freeze category. I was so excited when the winds whispered to me "Now. Now is the time for this one!" And then the weather and my schedules lined up for it last night/early this morning, this last witching hour between midnight and sunrise!

 I have a very strong opinion that you only get to read a book for the first time once -- you can reread it as many times as you want, but your first time reading a novel and experiencing a story and it's world and finding yourself in that character is a chance that only happens once in your life.  every time coming back to that old love will taste of the memories from your first read. So if you KNOW you think a given book will resonate with you and click, I like to buy it then wait with it unread on my shelves in anticipation for the right time to try to setup my first read like a first date you're super excited for getting perfect. I need to make sure I get the seasonality and the mood and the timing and my snacks/drinks exactly right to complement the experience of the book. Some books are coffee, some tea, some hot cocoa, some wine, some whiskey, some beachy cocktails. Some are fruit, some cheese and crackers, some nuts, some fasting until you reach the end. Some of them are daytime books, some night time books (once I started the first couple sections, I felt so strongly this was a witching hour book that I told me I couldn't read it until after a good long sleep and then staying up all night to read it all between midnight and sunrise, across the witching hours.)

And I love it when I hit the synchronicity of seasonality and the mood and the moment and the aesthetic and the drinks/food exactly perfect to suit the experience of my first read with a book! 

Sunday, October 9, 2022

 I realized something early this morning. 

After I get back from my late November visit to my sister's family (Nov 16-Dec 2) I will have absolutely nothing whatsoever in my calendar or that I have tickets purchased for except symphony subscription..... No concerts, no plays, no travel. Nothing booked except my monthly symphony subscription.... 

I can't for the life of me think of the last time that happened where I can say "beyond two months from now I will have absolutely no scheduled plans or shows or travel booked" -- it's been well over a decade.... Even in the lockdown period of covid in 2020 when in person everything was getting cancelled and postponed and rescheduled I still had tickets to things in the future even if we didn't actually know WHEN they'd be allowed to occur again.... It's been a VERY long time since I could look ahead and go, "Huh, two months from now, I'll have nothing booked for the future except symphony subscription....."

I have just a bit between now and my Seattle area trip: 

~Oct 14: symphony 

~Oct 15: Beau Soleil farewell tour at Stoughton Opera House (this was rescheduled due to covid and then re-rescheduled back in the Spring after a founding member broke his leg in Alaska.)

~Oct 16: Tickets to the Packers game at Lambeau ; meeting with my cousin Teddy and his fiancee Felicia afterward to hang out and have Cheese steak Rebellion together 

~Oct 22: Lone Bellow at Stoughton Opera House  

~Oct 22-24: Aunt Geeta in town 

~Nov 1: Stones in His Pockets at APT 

~Nov 5: mother daughter girls day Badger football game tickets with Crissy, my mom, and Crissy's mom 

~Nov 8: Coronas tickets in Chicago 

~Nov 11: symphony 

~Nov 12: big birthday celebration for my grandma in Chicago area 

~Nov 16-Dec 2: Seattle area trip 

~Dec 3: symphony tickets 


Somewhere in there is also the baby shower for my cousin Teddy and his fiancee Felicia, I think the first weekend of November but not entirely certain.... We told him to go ahead and include me on my parents invite rather than mail two of them, so I don't actually know the exact date.....

But after Dec 3? No concerts, no theatre, no travel plans..... Nothing booked and nothing with tickets involved for me other than symphony subscription..... How fucking weird is that?!

No idea what it means. It's just odd and for me it's noteworthy.... 

Also noteworthy, the marked contrast between my reactions in the first half of the Packers-Giants game in London vs the second half..... If you watched, you understand. If you didn't watch, well, if you're a Packers fan or even just a mildly supportive of the Packers human, it was rough and not watching was by far the better choice.....

First half (pregame, first field goal, first touchdown, second touchdown, second field goal):













Second Half:











Last minute of the game:






Just a bit of a difference in my reactions to first half vs second half, non? What photos don't capture is all my intensely reactionary shouting with visible hopping up and down about really exciting/disappointing plays and all my colorful commentary over... choices..... I tend to keep myself more contained when watching in public settings unless in a situation where everyone is noisy reactionary, but my emotions and my facial expressions are always VERY loud. (Also, even if it's NOT my dedicated sports loves of Packers and figure skating and FIFA World Cup (always France, ALWAYS rooting for Les Bleus -- USA comes n second to me when it comes to FIFA World Cup loyalty and investment) and x games events, if sports are on I can guarantee you I'll be watching it even while holding a conversation even if I'm not invested in it at all.)

I'll get over it. It was just SUCH a great first half and then SUCH a steamrollered second half.... And it just means that they should be fighting for a win THAT much harder next weekend when I'll be live in person at Lambeau Field with my maman! 

But also... It was a really brutal second half.... So fucking brutal.... Still smarting from it.... Could use a hug... Could use a damn lot of hugs.... Because it was a really fucking brutal smackdown..... 

 Spock is asleep on my lap, Audrey is chewing on the remnants of an old knuckle bone she's had for ages and forgot about until she dug it out of her basket of toys to rediscover it and work on tonight. I'm currently snuggled up with blankets and candles lit and a cuppa green tea and reading Horace Walpole's The Castle of Otranto - the 18th century novel that first created the gothic genre and is this the original progenitor of all horror and modern got this and dark fantasy. 

It's.... Histrionic and melodramatic and hyperbolic and a lot.... But in the best possible way. I fully understand now why Jane Austen satirized it so in Northaner Abbey. 

Here's a prose poem from I Hope You Stay by Courtney Pepperell which I read before settling back into The Castle of Otranto and which I particularly liked.


I like that. I would like to be someone's first thought, only choice, certainty. I think I'd like that more than anything else I can think of right now....

That's where I am and what I'm doing tonight and the cozy hygge éléments of which my life is made. But what are you up to? Wherever you are far from me. Is it cozy? Does it make you happy? Or if not happy, at the bare minimum content with where you are and what you have in this place/time you are camped in on your path? If you're not yet where you want to be, are you at least on the path to it? Is your Saturday night content with exactly where you are right now and the trajectory it seems to be taking you? I hope so. I hope that if you're not exactly where you want to be, you know deep down in the truest depths of your soul you are heading down the path to where you hope to reach one day.

But tonight, candles lit, blankets wrapped around me in my reading chair, purring cat on my lap, dog chewing bone on my feet, watching the steam rise from my Buddha Dragon well green tea, starting the next chapter of the og Gothic novel The Castle of Otranto is where I am and what my moment is composed of on this Saturday night before the full moon in Aries.

Also though. There is a discontent in my soul in that I would wrap my arms around Eric and kiss him until my knees felt too weak to hold me if I let him go. If I could. That's what I'd like to do just now. If I could. I can't. But that doesn't stop my wanting it. If only I could..... *sigh* alright then. More tea and books for me. And a Packers game in about 7 hours because it's in London. But just to remind you, if I COULD this would be a very different Saturday night than it is. And the happiness would be much more intense, significantly less calm, and there would be no shadows of discontent within me.  If I could have him in my life right now..