The Shattered Prayer

I just wanted to do a welcome back post for Mojo and R the P. They’ve been on vacation for the past week, and I’ve missed’em.

I hope you guys had a great time and also got a chance to relax. Did you get me a Stuckey’s pecan log?

Most of you know that its been a rough couple of weeks, but other than the whole peri-menopausal thing, you haven’t heard the whole story.
The past couple of weeks has been a stream of doctor’s appointments and tests, and that’s pretty much the outlook for the foreseeable future.

Those of you who’ve actually been around the past week (that would be steff), probably know by now that Plurk has made it possible to customize our profile pages. This is good, because our limited choices of themes were kinda ugly. You can see what I did to my profile in the pic at the bottom of this page.

Bea woke me up early this morning, which is nothing unusual. Bea and Cleto are my little fuzzy alarm clocks, and I’m normally awake between 5:30 and 6 every morning.

I was lying in bed, wondering if I should get up and go pee.

when i told che i was ordering the tarot of the moon garden, she very politely didn’t say what i said to myself when i started flipping through it, which was “what the HELL was i THINKING?”

it’s like a fuzzy poster in deck form. dragonflies and cloudcastles everywhere.

Hot flashes are about the least funny thing I’ve ever experienced. Why do people make jokes about hot flashes? They’re fucking awful. One minute you’re nice and cool in your air-conditioned house, and the next you’re covered in sweat and can hardly breathe. Without even stepping out-side into the unholy Georgia heat.

Its Jersey Devil Day, and though my body is in Georgia, my heart is in the pine barrens, drinking cranberry and vodka and making a toast to the the fierce protector of the barren pine.

The stone penis that is.

I know that we all love the stone penis, but I felt like a bit of a change. I also wanted to widen the text space for readability.

Simple is good, I think.