I just read an article on the death of Nancy Dolman; the late wife of Martin Short. This will not be made into a post about my deep appreciation for the light Mr. Short has brought to the world of comedy and entertainment for the past 30+ years. Although I have always been an adoring fan of his, I must remark on Nancy Dolman's career. Though it was shortened (no pun intended) in 1985, when she retired to raise her and Mr. Short's three children, it was full of happiness, no doubt. I cannot profess to ever have known either member of the great, comedic acting community, but I feel the urge to express my condolences to the family for their loss. She was 58.
I ask that the Goddess protect Nancy's soul and help her find her way to the Summerlands.
Blessed Be.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Oh! How the Exquisite Scent of Late Summer Fills My Senses!
Well, my friends, it is very nearly Fall in this part of the world. And, you know? That excites me! Not in a dirty way.
Sickos. :P
Yesterday was so lovely with the wind, rain and cool air. I was chilly enough to feel comfy in jeans and a long sleeved shirt. If I wasn't so lazy, I might have even put socks on! The best part, though is that the cool air decided to stick around through the night. Going to bed, I realized that I didn't want to be woken up because I was cold. So i fell asleep in yoga pants and a heavy, cotton t. My Vellux blanket has been light enough for most of the hot summer nights and warm enough for the cooler evenings. (That was not an ad. I just really love that blanket and remember my paternal grandparents bringing theirs out whenever we came to stay over. So, I bought one.) However, I did end up having to get to slip into, not only a sweatshirt over my t, but my toes asked for a pairs of socks! I love it when the air is cool enough to get all snuggly into my pjs! Pretty soon, I'll be getting into my flannels!
Ah! It's the little things. *~_^*
So, needless to say, but I'll say it anyway, the Fall Equinox is less than a month away!!! Woot! Preparations must be made. Besides that, I've had all Summer to patch the little hole in my wall where the gas line for my heater runs out. Have I done it? Nope. Who's a grasshopper? Me. *U_U*
I'll get to it!
...
I will.
...
At least, before Winter comes along, I will...
So! What are your plans for the Sabbat?
In other news, I've been bitten by the video bug, again. Soon, hopefully, I will have some new singing and silly videos up for your enjoyment over on my YouTube channel. I've been finding some great duets to which I am very excited to add my vocals. Thank Goddess for the fellas who post the male parts of songs!
Alright, everyone, have a marvelous day!!! *^_^*
Sickos. :P
Yesterday was so lovely with the wind, rain and cool air. I was chilly enough to feel comfy in jeans and a long sleeved shirt. If I wasn't so lazy, I might have even put socks on! The best part, though is that the cool air decided to stick around through the night. Going to bed, I realized that I didn't want to be woken up because I was cold. So i fell asleep in yoga pants and a heavy, cotton t. My Vellux blanket has been light enough for most of the hot summer nights and warm enough for the cooler evenings. (That was not an ad. I just really love that blanket and remember my paternal grandparents bringing theirs out whenever we came to stay over. So, I bought one.) However, I did end up having to get to slip into, not only a sweatshirt over my t, but my toes asked for a pairs of socks! I love it when the air is cool enough to get all snuggly into my pjs! Pretty soon, I'll be getting into my flannels!
Ah! It's the little things. *~_^*
So, needless to say, but I'll say it anyway, the Fall Equinox is less than a month away!!! Woot! Preparations must be made. Besides that, I've had all Summer to patch the little hole in my wall where the gas line for my heater runs out. Have I done it? Nope. Who's a grasshopper? Me. *U_U*
I'll get to it!
...
I will.
...
At least, before Winter comes along, I will...
So! What are your plans for the Sabbat?
In other news, I've been bitten by the video bug, again. Soon, hopefully, I will have some new singing and silly videos up for your enjoyment over on my YouTube channel. I've been finding some great duets to which I am very excited to add my vocals. Thank Goddess for the fellas who post the male parts of songs!
Alright, everyone, have a marvelous day!!! *^_^*
Sunday, August 22, 2010
In Dreams Part 2
Here is the dream I wrote in my journal.
Dreamed of looking in and out of an antique shop inside an old train station. I would drive there, then walk to work from there. One day, the train was going through on my way home from work. The conductor called out to me in a friendly way. Before it stopped (it was stopping just for me), the conductor came over the loudspeaker and announced, "One of our wedding customers asked us to tell you, (I got the impression they paid for the "advertisement") to go to your happiest memory and rent a room." I thought that was cute and it made me smile. On some level, I knew this was a dream, because I remember hoping that I'd remember that line. Anyway, I turned around to wave at any wedding parties inside the train, but it was mostly empty and looked a bit worn down. One car, though, had people in it, mostly women. I couldn't see into the windows for all of the grime and they were curtained over with web-like material. But I waved and they returned the courtesy. That's when the train came to a full stop to let me on. I climbed aboard. The women were all in Gibson Girl era Victorian clothing. All work clothes. They seemed to be on their ways home from work, too. I began chatting, then one girl behind me (about my age) went into her shopping bag and pulled out a modern bra, a la Victoria's secret. I looked it over and told her the design would be very popular in the future, pointing out little details here and there. She showed me more, and I told her the same for those. The older woman in my booth (chaperoning the young women I had been speaking with) looked disgusted at the candid talk and showing of undergarments. As I was telling the girl with the bras about the popularity of the push-up, the train was coming to a stop. I recognized it as the antique shop (my stop), and got off while still chatting. We all left the train. I had wondered if they were ghosts, but I didn't care. They asked me if I'd come back again and I told them I'd try. Then, I found a great antique chair for three dollars! It was marked down from $35, which used to be $75! If only finds like that actually existed!!! It was right in the open doorway that lead into the back room. The old woman of the shop was laying on a twin bed inside, just to the left. I side glanced in and saw her talking on the phone, knees bent and one leg crossed over the other so her underwear was showing past her very short dress! Ugh! I looked away and felt her glare at me. Then, she ignored whomever was on the phone to tell me about the chair, but said instead, "You know, you are very beautiful. You do know that, don't you?" (Sometimes life leaks into my dreams. My brain holds onto the little things.)
Well? Any takers? What do you guys and gals think? Does it mean anything? Will I visit those girls on the train, again? It was a lot of fun, though! *^_^*
Alright, back to the final push through of cleaning, then I need to go the store. Fun, fun!
Dreamed of looking in and out of an antique shop inside an old train station. I would drive there, then walk to work from there. One day, the train was going through on my way home from work. The conductor called out to me in a friendly way. Before it stopped (it was stopping just for me), the conductor came over the loudspeaker and announced, "One of our wedding customers asked us to tell you, (I got the impression they paid for the "advertisement") to go to your happiest memory and rent a room." I thought that was cute and it made me smile. On some level, I knew this was a dream, because I remember hoping that I'd remember that line. Anyway, I turned around to wave at any wedding parties inside the train, but it was mostly empty and looked a bit worn down. One car, though, had people in it, mostly women. I couldn't see into the windows for all of the grime and they were curtained over with web-like material. But I waved and they returned the courtesy. That's when the train came to a full stop to let me on. I climbed aboard. The women were all in Gibson Girl era Victorian clothing. All work clothes. They seemed to be on their ways home from work, too. I began chatting, then one girl behind me (about my age) went into her shopping bag and pulled out a modern bra, a la Victoria's secret. I looked it over and told her the design would be very popular in the future, pointing out little details here and there. She showed me more, and I told her the same for those. The older woman in my booth (chaperoning the young women I had been speaking with) looked disgusted at the candid talk and showing of undergarments. As I was telling the girl with the bras about the popularity of the push-up, the train was coming to a stop. I recognized it as the antique shop (my stop), and got off while still chatting. We all left the train. I had wondered if they were ghosts, but I didn't care. They asked me if I'd come back again and I told them I'd try. Then, I found a great antique chair for three dollars! It was marked down from $35, which used to be $75! If only finds like that actually existed!!! It was right in the open doorway that lead into the back room. The old woman of the shop was laying on a twin bed inside, just to the left. I side glanced in and saw her talking on the phone, knees bent and one leg crossed over the other so her underwear was showing past her very short dress! Ugh! I looked away and felt her glare at me. Then, she ignored whomever was on the phone to tell me about the chair, but said instead, "You know, you are very beautiful. You do know that, don't you?" (Sometimes life leaks into my dreams. My brain holds onto the little things.)
Well? Any takers? What do you guys and gals think? Does it mean anything? Will I visit those girls on the train, again? It was a lot of fun, though! *^_^*
Alright, back to the final push through of cleaning, then I need to go the store. Fun, fun!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
In Dreams
My right shift key is lazy. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I wonder if if it's worth retraining myself to use the left one? Maybe not. seems like it's doing a little better this morning. Anyway, I had an interesting dream last night...erm...this morning...I guess it was really this morning. all about antiquing, a ghost commuter train full of gibson girl era Victorian women showing me modern bras and a crotchety old woman on a telephone who hangs up mid conversation to tell me that i'm beautiful.
Odd.
I'll be thinking about this one. anyway, when i have more time to post about it, i'll write up what I wrote in my dream journal upon waking. then, if any of you are so inclined, i'll take guesses and stabs in the dark as to what it may have meant. Only if you want to, of course. *~_^* alright, kiddies; momma's got to go to work! type atcha' lates, boiz!
...
yeah...
Odd.
I'll be thinking about this one. anyway, when i have more time to post about it, i'll write up what I wrote in my dream journal upon waking. then, if any of you are so inclined, i'll take guesses and stabs in the dark as to what it may have meant. Only if you want to, of course. *~_^* alright, kiddies; momma's got to go to work! type atcha' lates, boiz!
...
yeah...
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