Delta Rae sings Alanis on the road

Bitch, please

Today I didn't kick ass at work.  As a matter of fact, I got there late, and got talked into taking another shift on one of my days off next week.  Yeah, I need the $$$.  I don't need to be completely burned out to the point I'd like to scream "FUCK YOU!" to my customers, especially when they get fussy and snippy.

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The subject of tonight:

Hubby is hacking and clearing his throat because of the bronchitis he has.  He also complains about my housework and how it's making him ill.  The straw that broke my back was him complaining about his pen being misplaced, and complaining I should take a container of nuts to work, not the whole bag.

Ok, I get it.  I'm not as dense as he thinks I am.  But for fuck's sake, quitcherwhining about little bitty fussy picky picayune things.  Like pens.

I hate whiny.  I clingy.  I don't do clingy and whiny.  Getcher goddamned slimy-assed octopus suckers off me.

Stop repeating things.

Get your ass to therapy.

Accept that you're chronically depressed and need help, and being whiny, bitchy and clingy on me doesn't help you.

And as Ratatoskr says, "Calm your tits!"

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Highlight - my middle daughter (the Sagittarius) is visiting for the weekend.  We get along better now that she's living with another friend of ours.

But my bull-boy (Taurus, just like me) wasn't able to come home this weekend.  Transportation troubles.

Ratatoskr is asleep.

The Leo Princess is also asleep.

I don't know how The Empress and Her Retinue (The Oracle and The Angel) are doing; I hope all is well with them.

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I need to ask The Oracle (oldest daughter) about her take on the solar eclipse in Scorpio on the 23rd.  (We couldn't watch it because it was cloudy out here.)  I also want The Angel's take on it as well.  Hell, if Wonder Woo has an idea about it, I'll hear her side too.

Enough of the bullshit.  I'm tired and should get my fat arse to bed.

The Fog

This morning the fog was thick, and it got thicker the closer to the river I got.  It was hard to see the turnoff to the state park ... the road lights looked like trees from the distance.  Drove slowly, didn't want to be turned into possum ala squish.

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More Ebola outbreaks, this time one in NYC.  Stop the fearmongering, please.

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I read something about Pluto being in Capricorn for a time.  Remember the "Allegory of the Cave?"  We've all retreated to our caves to watch images, not go out to see the "real things."

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Kicked arse at work.  Yay me.  Woo.

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Trying to write with a brain full of thoughts like squirrels.  Thoughts that attack each other, scurry around burying nuts (only to forget them), run up trees, chitter angrily at all.

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Missed the eclipse today.  I was at work, and the sky was cloudy at the time.  Couldn't have seen it if I tried.

Eclipse in Scorpio - time for cthonic rumblings which come to the surface.  It will be "interesting."  (Read "scary as hell" and "bloody".)

Shooting in Ottawa.

Shit.  Concerted, coordinated shooting in Ottawa (Ontario, Canada).  Parliament Hill, War Memorial, Rideau Centre.  Not good.

ISIL, damn their eyes.

Fear-mongering - damn its eyes.

I'm just a wee bit edgy.

Hope people are ok.

ISIL, you are committing atrocities in the name of Islam.  May Allah spit on you and your kin.  May you find no solace, no comfort, no shelter, no family, no friends, no allies, no Paradise after death.  No peace unto you.

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 What the hell is wrong with people these days?  Little girls getting kidnapped, "married", "converted" to Boko Haram's version of Islam, being raped, being murdered, all in the name of Allah.

Children being killed, being raped by other children.

Open season on civilians.

Open season on kids, on women, on everyone.

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I refuse.  I protest.  Who the hell are we warring on?  Our children, our brothers, our sisters, our mothers, our fathers ... what the hell are we trying to prove?

Went for a walk this morning.  The weather was nice, the walk through the labyrinth was meditative, and things were fine until later that morning.

Dear Aphrodite, I am in a loving but celibate marriage, and I'm tired of the celibacy bit.

The problem with allowing Aphrodite in your life is relearning what "love" is.

I've mistaken sex for love.  Again.

No, I haven't gone on the prowl.  I read fanfic last nioght - stuff's as bad as romance novels.  Instead of an escape, it's a reminder.  No sex in my life = no love.

Yeah, sex can be an aspect of love.  But I don't feel "complete" without it.

It's been a work in progress.

At Litha the women made vows to Athena or Artemis.  I was the lone woman making a vow to Aphrodite.

Aphrodite, goddess of love, lust, pleasure, art, the marketplace.  Mother of Eros, mother-in-law to Psyche.  Married to Hephastus, tarried with Ares (among others).

So.

She's not a silly plaything.  She's not a little fool.  I've made mistakes in equating her to the Holy Matchmaking Mama.

She lives in everything.  She lives in the women I serve, the women who range from hating their bodies to being mildly annoyed with them. 

She lives in us middle-aged farts.  She lives in my daughter.  She lives ini the fiction I'm attempting to write.

The heroes and heroines in my stories have scars on their bodies, and scars in their memories.  But they are made beautiful and sacred by Aphrodite's influence.