The Further Adventures of Perilous Pauline and the Chicken Man

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I know.  I wasn’t ready to post yesterday. And I’m glad I waited because things got very interesting before this morning. VERY interesting.

Dinner at his place

I arrive and his small apartment smells amazing.  He has cooked up a pork loin, acorn squash, and a tossed salad with pecans, roasted red peppers, etc…  I was mortified to discover that while I had said that I hated peas I also can’t deal with squash.  oh god.  He had spinach and was very good natured about it all.  It was all cooked to perfection.  His apartment, while very small, was incredibly tidy. From the clean kitchen floor to the stacked towels in the bathroom it was a miracle.

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Cancer this week

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In giving the Nobel Prize for literature to French writer Jean-Marie Gustave Le Cl�zio, the award committee praised him as an “explorer of a humanity beyond and below the reigning civilization.” I suggest you consider doing some of that kind of exploring yourself in 2009, Cancerian. According to my reading of the astrological omens, you will generate rich benefits for yourself by learning from people and influences that are beneath the notice of the mainstream, whether they’re outside the box, off the grid, under the radar, or immune to the taint of the collective delusions.

Ooooh, really good, and fun, advice.

Notes from the Universe

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It’s the exact same for me. My love goes unreturned, I feel completely unappreciated, or some clown starts telling me what’s wrong with the world (my world!). And so, I have to remind myself that I am the Universe, that this is an adventure, and that one day they will come to know the errors in their thinking. And, not that it matters at all, but I secretly hope that on that day I just happen to be carried past them, sitting in my processional throne, followed by throngs of admirers, with all the Angels singing, “We are the champions, my friends…”<

You are the Universe, this is an adventure, and they will learn.

Tallyho, The Universe

hahahahahahahahah.  I needed that.

A difficult day. Even though I woke up with gladness that I have a fun casual date tonight, I also woke up a little emotionally hungover from Terry’s death and this job search deal.  I had a phone interview yesterday.  I hate phone interviews. They are next to useless if you can’t use body language or read body language.  I have no idea how it went because I had nothing to really get feedback from.  The job started out full time, they accepted my application, then dropped the job to 50% which still gives me full benefits but much less money, then they said phone interviews this week in person to those that move on next, now they’ve moved the in person interviews to the week of the 26th.  Even if I get the job the paycheck just keeps receding.

Man.  This is really tough.

I heard today that a family friend has offered, through my mother, to help me out in anyway he can if I need it.  It’s nice to know this is there just in case. If things don’t get going February is going to be bleak.

Such is this life we live.  Not the hardest place or body to incarnate into but certainly not the easiest.

A Sad Day

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Now that my phone interview is over, I can allow myself to feel all the feelings that I’m experiencing today.

I received word two hours ago that a very dear friend, Terry, was killed in a car accident last night.  A single car accident. We don’t know more details than that.  He didn’t arrive home last night by a very late hour which was incredibly unusual so his wife, Karen, called a family member who works for Washington State Patrol and they went out looking for him.  And they found him, dead, his car down an embankment.

Terry and Karen were sober for many years.  They met in the program and loved each other very much.  Terry overcame the disease of alcoholism, regained the trust and love of his children, started his own baking business, survived two rounds with prostate cancer. His proudest moment in this life was walking his daughter down the aisle on her wedding day.  A year before that she wouldn’t return any of his letters but she came to trust his sobriety.  He was a man who was secure as a man, he took me into his confidence and was very honest about all the problems that prostate cancer brings. His trust of me and his willingness to forgoe ego and simply get help from as many friends as he could was admirable and brave and it helped me gain trust of men.  He was a very funny man, a loving man, a family man, a Good Man.

Good God, Terry.  I know you are doing well where you are.  It was a good day to die. Your life was a miracle and things were going very well.  You had no unfinished business.  But I don’t think those of us you left behind are going to be all that well for a little while.

May the love of the God and Goddess give us the comfort we need.  May you continue to shine your light upon us even though we might not know it’s you.