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Tarot Du Jour: Death (XIII)

Only the gods are immortal. All the rest—whether hero or villain, shield maiden or servant girl—will come to an end at last. Honour the dead by living your life to the fullest, every day. Key concepts: Mortality, transformation, release, the natural cycles of life and death.

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Dear Allison & the Onyx Savant,

The sun is just beginning to near the horizon and cast light across the eastern part of the sky. I do not know if you are awake or not. If you are, you may be too focused on getting out the door to notice, but it is joyful. I don’t much like being up in the dark in the early morning. It makes me feel kind of gross and uneasy and honestly, cranky. If there’s just a little bit of light in the sky, I feel that way much less or not at all. I think it’s one major thing that clued me in to how connected I am —really viscerally— to the rhythms of the days and seasons. Hard to miss the big ball of nuclear supremacy in the sky as a guide.

How are both of you today? Allison, it is weird on weeks that I don’t have you at all because I have to revert to my “typical Allison day” vision with little tethering to reality. What does your boyfriend think of that? >.< It involves you seeing various clients, of course. Going to yoga. Relaxing with Forest. Sipping on something that barely qualifies as an enjoyable beverage, like plain, tepid water with a sprig of parsley in it. Eating a star fruit because it’s a star fruit. Scritching Forest. Reading the Brene Brown books again. Listening to an uplifting podcast. Reading this and shaking your head. Lol.

And, O.S.? How art thou, my fine fellow on this glorious morn? Teehee. Have you got your packing list done? Because I do not have my The-Onyx-Savant-is-coming list done yet. Hahaha. I know you are surprised. (Mama R. pipes up from the ancestors’ table, “Well, you can kiss her grits!”) Don’t worry, don’t worry. I got this. It’s just like tightrope walking. Don’t look, and it’ll be fine. What are your plans? I know you will not tell me until it is too late. That’s fine. I hope you have fun sipping on gin & juice in the VIP box of wherever. >.<

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Mr. H left a few minutes ago, and I have put Mr. B away. Ms. B is not quite up yet despite its being Trash Day. I don’t expect her to lie abed long, as they come along every few minutes it seems. She has already barked her head off at one and has returned to Sleeping Beauty status. That won’t work more than twice. Oh! I hear them outside! The real one, I think. Not the ones for other places.

I have an appointment with the pain doctor today. Hopefully, she will refill my Rx. I don’t see why she wouldn’t, but this is only my second time seeing her. She increased my dosage on a couple of things, and it has really helped. It’s just that now, because my psych meds are physical pain meds, she has control of the script and not Merriam Webster. It just makes me nervous. This is the follow-up appointment, so it should be a breeze.

Why does everything feel like getting a mortgage now? Disassociative ennui, you’ll be needed around 1330, so add it to your calendar.

And I have a lot of other things to do besides and, as always. I also have to get ready for this Samhain party, which is supposed to be on Friday evening. I went to Books-A-Million last night to pick up my 2025 planner and copy of The Old Farmer’s Almanac that I had ordered online. (Can you believe we still have one here? I am buying all my books there to keep them open.) They had the clearance table outside with the usual stuff and nonsense. They had this game called “Candygrams” that is actually a crossword-style game made of candy. It has dice too! I thought that would be cute for a Halloween-themed game night and so did Mr. H when I showed him. He is/we are planning to play Tales of Arkham, but we don’t know exactly how many people are coming. Arkham allows for up to 8 players, so it will probably be fine. I had mentioned that maybe we have some extra, more classic/easy games for any extra players or for those who want something more casual. This will be perfect for that, and we have plenty of other games besides. It was $10, which is not bad in this economy. Sigh.

I need to make playlist for the TV, so we have good ambience. I also need to clean and decorate. I have a lot of stuff around, so I shouldn’t need to buy too much. There are plenty of fall decorations lying in my yard. Lol. And I have different candles and things that can be tied a ribbon ‘round. Some potpourri on the stove. Oh! Mulled cider or wine!! Oooh! That’s the menu started. Maybe I will make grey eggs as brains with maggots (huevos rancheros) or something. Eyeball soup. Get some dry ice for the punch spiked with psilocybin and they all realise the truth and quit their jobs on Monday. đŸ˜đŸ€Ł I kid, I kid.

And all my “normal” stuff like the pets and washing my hair and whatever.

I have not mentioned the more outward environment we all live in right now. Battleground state. Man, but seriously. Can you imagine living where people mostly agree on the main points of things? How relaxing on one hand, but limiting on another. I haven’t yet, but I will. You do too. Go vote. đŸ‡șđŸ‡Č

I don’t think I have anything else right now, amazingly. I simply need to get on with it. Y'all have a wild & wacky Wednesday. Be kind one to another. <3

Peace, love, & rock ‘n’ roll âœŒïžđŸ«¶đŸ€Ÿ,

Case Study #69

P.S. O.S., I swear to Mother Dawg that if you do not take your little, svelte heiney down to that polling place and do the right thing, I will haunt you forever. I will start now, so you will know what it’ll be like. Ooooh, oooh. Your hair looks messed up. Oooh, oooh Is that as clean as your car can get? Oooh, oooh Are you going to wear that shirt with those socks? They make your butt look fat. Ooooh, oooh You can’t dance to the beat at all. Look at your crazy self Ooooooooh


P.P.S. I have said this to many people, but I will say it again in lieu, apparently, of getting a legal document drawn up: I want “Happy Phantom” by Tori Amos played at my funeral. If they do not play it for whatever reason, please blast it on your car stereo with the doors open in the parking lot.

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Happy To-Dos:

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P.P.P.S I figured out yesterday while I was doing laundry that I can add a P.S. and never have to close because it is a P.S.

P.P.P.P.S. There are many things I bemoan about modern life and about modern pharmacies specifically. Having my vitamins delivered is not one of them.

P.P.P.P.P.S. This doctor’s appointment has messed up my day like nobody’s business. It’s in an hour and a half, and I can barely concentrate.

October 30, 2024 3:41 PM (EDT)

Hello, again! I believe this will have to be the Afternoon or Evening Edition rather than another P.S. I have returned from the doctor. It was pretty uneventful, which is what I like in a doctor’s appointment. Made some ladies laugh, so that was an accomplishment. And my doctor complimented my outfit. Afterwards I stopped and got lunch at Captain D’s. I have had their food before, but it was a long time ago. It was okay to meh. For the price though, it was pretty decent. The vibe reminded me of an old Hardee’s. It seemed to be the lunch spot for dudes with AARP memberships up for renewal.