Behind the church in town where Everett is being tutored in Grade 10 math.

Everett’s session was at 1 o’clock. I dropped him off and then thought about what to do. Get the errands done first, then visit Grandma, or vice versa? How about get the errands (five stops) over with, sit in the church parking lot with a cup of coffee and a chicken wrap, and listen to the radio for an hour? That's it.

Cleaned and organized my shoulder bag while at it. When Everett came out, we went to see Grandma. Old-time music was coming from the lounge, and knowing she’d be there and not want to come away, I acquiesced to Everett's request to make a u-turn in the hallway and come home.

He’s just come in, excited. “There’s a deer in the yard and it is not intimidated by Sara.” He girded his loins to fight off the wild creature (in spite of my assurance it would not attack), heading back out with a shovel over his shoulder to do double duty for a weapon and the “turd tour.” Casper the dog’s bad habit is she shits where we walk.

The boys are off with their dad tonight till Tuesday.

Too many clothes.
Nothing to wear.
I hate shopping.
-story of my life

“Never wrestle with pigs. You both get dirty and the pigs love it.” - recounted by Gordon Pinsent, regarding critics

This little witch jumped into my hand while Cathy and I were strolling through the Fringe market in Saskatoon in August. I bought it without hesitation and wear it often. If I have any "religion," it is a combination of them, Wicca being one that makes a lot of sense to me. This woman, in touch with the changing moon above (which changes colour according to the heat of my body), lives in harmony with the forces of nature and knows how to work with them.

On the ground outside our kitchen window, one of the barn cats waits hopefully for the perfect moment to pounce on chickadees, redpolls, sparrows and woodpeckers that frequent the two feeders hung on the tree branches.

Cuddles is the most affectionate cat ever, aptly named. She has a tiny high tremulous polite voice with a question mark at the end of every utterance.

A fresh stack of library books came home with me yesterday, and Once Upon a Tomb, Stories from Canadian Graveyards was begun last night. It is easy to lose myself for an hour perusing tombstones in cemeteries, so I understand Nancy Millar's fascination with them.

As it happens, my tarot card for today is 13, Death. I am using the Legend Arthurian deck at the moment, so after reading the story of Gwyn ab Nudd & the Wild Hunt that is presented on the card, I looked into its symbology. Though I don't use reversed cards in my readings, one of its reversed aspects was this:

“Avoiding the inevitable brings boredom and depression.”

Does it apply to my life today? Not noticeably, but it points a flaming arrow toward a cause of depression and boredom, and I'll remember this.