Cold morning. Much writing done. Reluctant fire in the stove. Reluctantly laid, reluctant to burn. It smolders still, but at least the chill is gone...
I've come to understand lately why older women go for shawls, and I'm determined to find or make me one or two. It's those rolling hot flashes--the nutzoid menopausal thermostat. First burning up, struggling frantically out of sweater or flannel shirt. Then chill and shivery, struggling back in. A shawl simplifies the entire coping process.
I've sold someone named Joao in Rio de Janiero my Lakota Sweatlodge Medicine Cards. And someone in New Zealand has bought Let's Eat Right to Keep Fit. Also going out today: Recipes Into Type and White Eagle Medicine Wheel Cards and book. If I'm ever called upon to edit a cookbook I imagine I'll get by. Yesterday I mailed away a brand-new set of the Rider pack of Tarot cards. The first I ever bought, and I was so upset when they arrived and I examined them in the box. Printed in Belgium, every card was overlaid in a kind of luminous gold. Beautiful, every one, and useless to me, because the colors have been altered. I take seriously the meanings of the original colors, and how they inform the psyche. So when an entire deck is completely missing blue and purple of any kind (replaced with various intensities of pea-green) I get pretty upset. But I offered my review at Amazon, and if this person wants them anyway, I am happy to recoup my expenditure and mail them on.
I'm reluctant in every respect today. I do not want to go out there, don't want to drive to town. But I'm a business woman now, and so I must.
1:42:47 PM 
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