Gas stations and grocery stores are clogged with people. The business are ready, there are orange cones setup directing traffic. People seem to be getting ready.
They have announced mandatory evacuations for some areas and my sister, who works for the health department, has been called up to help in a local shelter.
I suspect that we will lose power for a while so you may not hear from me for a couple of days. That being said, I may schedule a few posts for Thursday and Friday.
Hang on to your mardi gras beads y’all — this looks like a frog strangler.
Thank you Weiser Books for the free advanced review copy of “Son of Chicken Qabalah: Rabbi Lamed Ben Clifford’s (Mostly Painless) Practical Qabalah Course” by Lon Milo DuQuette. Expect to see this book in your favorite bookstore November 1st.
This simultaneously funny and serious book provides the easiest, fastest way for readers to painlessly attune themselves to the mysteries of the Hebrew alphabet and immerse themselves in the fundamentals of practical Qabalah. It is a road map from the Godhead to your head—a clear and lucid guide to an extremely complex, mystical topic. By performing the exercises and rituals in the book, the reader can complete the self-initiatory process comprising the three main degrees of Rabbi Lamed Ben Clifford’s Practical Qabalah course.
Yesterday was my birthday which means that I have received some unusual items. One of the most unusual items was some tea, not unusual in the normal sense I enjoy tea, however this tea is called Yaupon ( Ilex vomitoria ) or sometimes vomit tea. That being said, the latin name is misleading, you won’t vomit. I’ll let you know what I think after a few cups … until then enjoy this video on a proper cup of tea.
Mom made a cake. Yes, my 80-something-year-old ( I wont say exactly ) Mother baked me a Birthday cake. I suppose I should stop squawking about sharing my childhood Birthday cakes with my sibling — but where’s the fun in that? I’m 60, I should be allowed to squawk about whatever I want to squawk about.
Having said that, my nephews suggested putting candles on the cake and my dear sweet Mother said, “no, the cake is a little overcooked as it is”. Now wait a minute, was that a comment about my age?
Aside from a dear friend ( Sharon Day ) giving me Dale the Doll, I suppose the best gift was a t-shirt that read, “I wanted to go jogging but Proverbs 28:1.” Trust me, I laughed.
Willy cleaned up my old study. He helped by taking home a big box of electronics and games — ha ha. Oddly enough, he didn’t want any of my books.
I don’t know what life after 60 will bring, but it started with cake.
In less than two hours I will be sixty. It’s a nice round number. If I can say anything positive about turning 60, it would be that I love that people my age are called sexagenarians. The word sounds a little dirty and I almost expect a rebuke for using it.
|Tiger, tiger, burning bright
|In the forests of the night,
|What immortal hand or eye
|Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
As time rolls by, I am made more and more aware of Blake’s tiger. I usually shake him off after my second cup of coffee but in my quiet moments I am still aware that I am being stalked.
Happy Birthday to me … Happy Birthday to me …
Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for making it this far. I am also thankful for good friends and family, a soft cushion, a good book, and plenty of sweet tea.
… and bubble bath.