Nutella on a toasted bagel...

Damn, that's good bagel!!

It's warming up today...a whole 11 degrees out right now. Yes, talking about the weather can be very dull, unless it's stuff you have to slog through on the way to work and can kill you if you lose your hat and gloves. I had an urge to reread American Gods particularly for Shadow having to deal with all the serious cold of the Upper Midwest for the first time. It's always interesting to see how people think of a phenomenon you yourself have taken for granted for years.

No anthrax, I found out. I don't have to be quite on the lookout for anything horrible...yet. Except for the Danish Bastard we called the bomb squad for last year, who still sends love-notes from time to time. I am very relieved.

The crows are brooding in the trees. Lot's of 'em again. I think they really like Loring now; they weren't here two years ago. It's very Old World, very Norse and Celtic of me to be living near an oak grove full of ravens. I like their gossip sessions in the trees when I walk by:) Sometimes I leave a little bread for them.

*Looks out window and smiles at murders of crows*

Card of the day...

Two of wands.

An exchange of good ideas, putting ideas into motion; synergy.

I like that one.

Morning Haikus

I get good ideas
of delovely things to make.
Alas! Work awaits!

Skelebunnies is
a very strange comic book.
Not sure what I think.

Just the other day
I mailed stuff to David Byrne.
Burning down the house!!

I'm in ponytails.
Why do I do this when I know
people pull them?

Why did I not buy
Much Nutella years ago?
Damn did I miss out.

I don't know why I
just wrote so many haikus.
Possessed by demons?

You can tell I'm a Minnesotan...

...because I've been wrapped in a blanket on the couch, reading Neil Gaiman and eating ice cream after coming in from the cold.


Work was the usual too-busyness. I've been sneaking minutes here and there to make little origami toys out of 3X3 post-its--a more noble use for them than my badly scrawled reminders. Lately over and over people at my work are being told "Not to nest' and being discouraged from putting up pictures or postcards or anything like that. I think they won't be happy until everything is blank and white, like the rest of the building. But my tiny subversive menagerie is portable. I can hide my happy rebellions from unkind eyes or take them home. Take that. I fold paper in your general direction!!! "Your mutherrr was an "amsterr, and your fatherr smelled of Elderberries!"

I keep looking at home-ownership manuals and trying to plan ahead for a small house. Money is tight, the economy's spiraling downward like a winged pigeon, and I'm dreaming of houses to decorate. Feh. I'm crazy, yes indeedy I am.

I still haven't bought any knitting stuff. It's been too cold to enjoy shopping, so I've put it off until this weekend, when I will shop like a desperate woman because next week will be even colder than this one...and I need new leggings and all kinds of warming stuff. And maybe some books. and oatmeal soap. And rose-scented bubble bath...with glitter in it.

Which reminds me. I have a small project I want to try...you'll find out more if I'm successful. Iiii got a seeeecreeeet.....

Storytime...

The Story of the Empty Pouch...

Once upon a time there was a Maus who lived in a high-towered place in a faraway land where the winds blew long and loud over the frozen earth. As it was too cold to play catch or No-Talent-Celebrity-Tag, she made many a small and curious thing on her work bench to pass the time. One fine evening she finished a fine leather pouch, set with mother-of-pearl and small beads and delicate suede and little gold charms. It pleased her no end, but she was stumped. "What the heck am I going to put in this tiny pouch?" she mused. So off she went to find what would be best to fill her pouch.

So she went many places and wondered and tested and fretted and thought. She ran into a friend who admired the pouch and said, "That would be a great place to put an angel charm." "No, that doesn't seem to be it." Answered the Maus, and off she went again..."How about a pretty crystal?' Said another friend." "Nope, it just doesn't seem to be it." the Maus replied. "Tiny picture of a loved one?" "Nooo, I don't have anything that small." "Rose petals?" "Naaah." "Poison?"
"hmmmm...nope, better resist temptation."

And on and on and on still more she traipsed, with the pouch still quite empty on her chest. It was just more than a little frustrating, really. a world full of objects and needs and colors and shapes and noises....noises...hmmm..that might just be it!!!
"I will whisper my secrets into you, little pouch, and you can hold them for me...and you can carry them in your soft suede silence. that is what you will carry, the gentleness of silence."

And that was that.


Somewhere on her bench is some leather cut out for a purse which will contain a hefty pinch of laughter and noise, but she hadnt's started making that yet. for now she just sits and holds that first purse, holding it up to her ear like a seashell and listening to the silence....