Quick! Look up in the sky…it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s…a TREE RAT. They’re baaack. Up there, in the tree tops, laughing, waiting. Game on.
“Ooooo, here she comes, she’s got the bird seed…yay! – I wonder if she? Yeeessssss, there are sunflower seeds too – Ooooo” – much excitement.
There is dancing in the upper branches. Leaves are falling on me. There is cursing at THEM. But, yup, I continue to feed them. Sure, I’m weird (and probably more than a little crazy) – we’ve covered that many times. But you know, because I have mentioned it many times, this is one of the only things that gets me through Winter. Not the tree rats! For pities sake…the BIRDS! Ugh I have to endure the tree rats to get the birds, and so the cycle of the seasons continues. I already told you I was “different”. I prefer the term “special” 🙂 You can choose whether or not to read further. It’s gonna be one of those today. Game on.
Yes, they are back. Not that they ever really left, but I didn’t see them much in the warmer months. (I’m talking about the tree rats, or squirrels, for those who are nicer than me. Stay with the programme here – you have to be quick.) Partially because I’m much too busy gardening – and unless they are messing with that, then I tend to ignore. They do tend to like the bird baths, but I will accommodate that – yes, I can do that.
Kittens and flowers, kittens and flowers
Excuse me while I pick the leaves out of my hair.
But the birds are also back. I so enjoy them. The meadow is brown, the garden is brown, the leaves are brown, the trees are brown, but the birds, the birds are colourful. Flashes of red Cardinals and blue Blue Jays. The black, white and red of the Woodpeckers. The little Chickadees – always so cheerful, and the Juncos, to name but a few. My saving grace. Happy dance.
I was having a conversation with an acquaintance from California (JEALOUS) and this person couldn’t understand the fact that, yes, I am Canadian, and no, I don’t do Winter well. “What do you mean, you don’t ski?” Um, no – broken limbs are not my thing. The thought of strapping slats to my feet and hurling myself off a a mountain in the freezing cold do not appeal to me. You?
But I digress,
So I’ve got my new glasses, very spiffy, I must say, and they’re great for reading my phone – which I do far too often, but they’re CRAP for working on the computer. Sigh. Still winking here… This means contacting the stupid eye doctor again.
So much fun, I just can’t stand it! Game on.
Great day for writing Debra, you’re in a real mood. Bit of a spit fire today and all over the place. Ah, yes, the Sun moved into Sagittarius. Of course. First, I’m going to do this, but wait, I need to do this, and then I’m going to do that, but back to this for a moment, and oh yah, wasn’t this thing going to happen? Are you getting the Sagittarius thing? Fun, but sometimes not focused. You know who you are. Game on.
The Moon? She is moving from earthy, Capricorn – following the rules, dotting i’s and crossing t’s into the wind of Aquarius, an air sign, this evening. Breaking those rules.
Dust in the Wind
Here you go:
And the moment’s gone
All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity
All they are is dust in the wind
In an endless sea
All we do crumbles to the ground
Though we refuse to see
All we are is dust in the wind
It slips away, and all your money won’t another minute buy
All we are is dust in the wind [x2]
Everything is dust in the wind [x2]
One of my favourite songs by Kansas. Remember that one, women of a certain age? Late 70’s. I know you’re singing. Oh, yes, I can see those smiles. What were you doing back then when that song was playing? Hmmm? Never mind, this is a family show. Oops, not giving away any secrets here. Moving on.
Oh boy, we’re not going back to Scorpio and Swimming with Joe – I’m exhausted! 🙂 Enough with the swimming. FOCUS! Sigh – Sagittarius. Game on.
Thinking about how the Sun is in Sagittarius and Ophiuchus end of next week, Ophiuchus? Read – towards the bottom. I’ll wait. Got it? Ok. It suddenly dawns on me how the whole Christmas, making things merry and bright, rush happens DURING the Sagittarius Sun…ooohhhh, ok, now I get it…Dashing around, so many things to do – first, I’m going to do this, but wait, I need to do this, and then I’m going to do that, but back to this for a moment, and oh yah, wasn’t this thing going to happen? Then with the parties…Sagittarius is all about parties and fun. Sagittarius is a fire sign. Right? Are you getting that?
A better understanding. That’s the build-up. Then, the actual big day, December 25th, which happens to fall in Capricorn. All about tradition and expectations and the order of doing things…we must have a turkey dinner, and there must be a tree with presents for EVERYBODY underneath with the stockings hung. Then, of course there’s the dinner, where you have to invite certain people, obligations, and then the let-down, because, of course, your expectations of order were so very high. Hello women. Hello Capricorn. Game on.
Yupper, it all makes perfect sense now…
Settle down Debra and pour yourself some more tea. What’s in my cup? Not wine. (Not this time) Pine needles and rose hips, first. Vitamin C. Then a cup of Yarrow flowers and Elderberry flowers with Mint, because, of course, I have the annual November cold (and there’s the plant reference, just in case you were wondering about today’s rant).
Every. Single. Year.
It’s nice that it comes and goes before the full throttle of all things Christmas, but it’s still a pain because it’s a week of sort of down time, when I still have lots to do. I know, I know, take a page from my own book of advice. My body is telling me that I need some rest. What with the crap show that has been ongoing for me.
But we’re not going back there today. Nope. Not doing it.
We are revelling in a day at home, getting things caught up on the computer and sharing this all-over-the-place day with you, dear readers. Even though the stuffy nose and tickley cough are a real nuisance. Coming to you liiivvve from my fuzzy head. Not lookin’ too pretty here, so glad this is only in print. 🙂 I’ll leave the visual to your imagination. Suffice it to say, it involves tissues, tea and woollen things. Probably still leaves in my hair. Yup. Game on.
Today’s colour is crimson. Like my nose. Ew.
What’s with the “Game on”? Well, it’s American Thanksgiving today! Have a happy one my dear American readers – yes, there are American readers. Remember, I keep track. If you’re the Mom, making the meal, I hope you get to enjoy too. Please, have some wine – you’ve earned it. If you’re not the Mom making the meal, get off the couch and help! Speaking as the Mom who always makes the meal here…
On that note, I’ll leave you for today. Time for some more tea for me. Next rant, my cold will be done and the visual should be better for you. 🙂
Until next time,