Archive for April, 2012


first thing in the morning,  so bleary eyed I can barely see, waiting for my coffee, outside the age old enmity between crows and owls is loudly played out.  I’ve often wondered what that’s all about.

I mean, crows will harry any raptor, especially if they’ve got food, but something about the harassment  is harsher, like it’s personal.  Crows will come from afar when they hear the cry that an Owl is about by day.

The Native Americans surely had a story about this-  The grudge between Owl and Crow, but to my knowledge, it is lost.  If anybody ever runs across it, I’d love to hear.

now, coffee…

so we go to thi…

so we go to this greek restaurant after the show yesterday, and this seems like a good thing.  we order avgolemeno soup, which is Supposed to be a wonderfully tasty lemony chicken rice soup.

what arrived smelled, I kid you not, Exactly like when someone’s septic tank has backed up in the yard and had so much pepper in it, we were left wondering what they were trying to cover up.  It was offensive just sitting there on the table.  Most of the time, I’m too polite to send things back even when they’ve gotten my order wrong.  This stuff though, this septic soup, was absolutely Foul.

everything else, though tasty enough, was overpriced and meager, after experiencing the Mad Greek in salt lake, and the Greek to Go here in Redmond, both of which win the best Gyro ever awards, and you can stuff yourself silly for about 7 bucks, which rocks.

That soup though, Wow, must be either some special family recipe or there was a disgruntled cook who dumped the dirty dishwater in the pot or some bastard cat came along and hunkered over the stove for his evening constitutional.  Gah!

the rest of the evening went well though- esspresso oat stout and a walk around the block with my brother whilst discussing wizardly things.  It was good.

anyway, just had to share my soup-pain.

you’re welcome

The coffee was a sad affair this morning with a strange bitter tang that lingers at the back of my throat like sinus drainage. Unfortunate though that was, my love’s warm arms fixed all that. Usually coffee fail will screw up my whole day. That girl is Magick.
Today we head to Tacoma for a show at the spring faerie fest- hopefully that’ll be fun. Since I traveled light on this trip, I don’t have any components to throw together some dark fae ensemble. I generally don’t care for “costumes” anyway. If I wouldn’t be comfortable wearing it if some adventure suddenly befell me, it makes me rather twitchy.
Seems silly doesn’t it- that I would tailor my wardrobe for its epic adventure functionality?
I sometimes get nervous wandering around in pj’s, or godsforbid, a towel. I mean, Imagine that: you walk around a corner and suddenly you’ve discovered Narnia or been abducted by aliens and there you are wearing nothing but a towel… Hitchhiker’s Guide aside, that would rather suck.
This also goes along with my irrational fear of discovering the secret of teleportation while I’m in the shower. I mean, that’s the stuff of awkward nightmares. There you are one minute washing your hair, pondering the mysteries of how to apparate, tesseracht, or otherwise teleport, then *POOF!* it goes off and you’re standing there stark naked, dripping wet, halfway round the world in the middle of a crowd full of people, and you’ve got shampoo dribbling inexorably into your eyes- No Thank You.
Needless to say, I’m cautious about what I ponder in the shower.
Yes, I know that’s ridiculous….
anyway, Heading to Tacoma.
yeah…

Once more morni…

Once more morning has found me relatively well in the home of the wonderful Betsy Tinney and her clan and her massive hoomongus cats ( they’re maine coons.  The last three mornings have been a delightful endeavor of coffee in the hot tub right outside- that’s the right way to start a day let me tell you.  Today though, we have pending engagements, so no hot tub for me.

I’ve been trying to find some chain-danglies for my newest jewelry pieces, but so far no success.  There’s a craft store down the road, but they’re awfully proud of their chain (ie: it’s spendy) but I may be able to find something there that would work.

The pacific northwest is simply stunning- all ringed with snow-capped mountains and inhabited by massive fur trees, giant ferns, and moss everywhere.  It’s like a drier version of a cypress swamp, which I absolutely Love. 

I should have a couple of actual essays coming soon, now that I’ve landed in a safe harbor and have a minute to compose my thoughts- this “On the Road” isn’t very conducive to thought composure, as most of my processing power goes to things like “where the hell am I?” or “what day is this?” or “when did I last eat?” or “do I get an actual bed?” or “How much of this stuff needs to come in the house so we can fall over and be back on the road first thing in the morning? Really? Ok.”… it’s a bit of an adjustment going from my solitary hermitage to this traveling circus, but I wouldn’t trade it.  So long as I get to curl up with my love at the end of the day (whenever that happens to occur) I’m good. 

anyway, we’ve gotta go meet someone for coffee.  Wizards run on coffee you know.