This much shit in the course of a week is too psycho to be just random. (This of course makes my belief in astrology a corollary to “There must be a god, because somebody is certainly after me.”)

I don’t even remember all of it. My papers got lost at State, the cable that is attached to the handle that you turn to pull back the pins so the garage door opens snapped, the thread spindle on my sewing machine went FLYING – Okay, I need to take a tiny bit of responsibility on that one, because I saw the spool rattling around, but seriously, I was in the process of raising my foot off the go button and off it went flying. The thread didn’t go far, what with still being attached to the bobbin, but the “drive-in metal spool pin”, to use the professional words, went off on its own and dove underneath one of the many litter boxes that Katniss needs. Well, actually, she doesn’t “need” this one, since she only uses it every third new moon, or less. I only found my “spool pin” because I was moving the box to a new location under a table on the off-chance that it would please her Royal Buttness. Because cat. (Also, she is perfecting her skills of manipulation, but that’s probably good for another day.) My landline phone just quit.

But let’s look at it another way. The replacement papers made it to State, and I have health insurance again. My car is still running. I might finally get my income reported to the state and feds (don’t ask – peak passive-aggressive behavior on someone else’s part is involved, involving all parts of my getting paid). I enjoy one of my jobs tremendously. I got most of my plants in before the frost. Katniss answers to “Kit-Kit”, only because I reinforce that behavior with butter or milk, but still, it’s cool to see the excitement in that dear little furry face as she comes trotting up to me. And I ordered two new drive-in metal spool pins. Maybe I’ll try that whole twin needle thing. I also ordered a book – “Giordano Bruno and the Hermetic Tradition,” because. I also ordered cord to go with the pendants I’ve been making, in preparing to try to sell them. I suppose I should take a photo of them, along with the weird stuff I’ve been making.

And last but not least, the leaves will be off the trees soon, and I can quit feeling like that line in that book by that guy, about the Santa Ana winds.

Raymond Chandler. Here it is;

“There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Ana’s that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.”

“Red Wind” (Opening paragraph)

The leaves make me feel like that. Full moon nights with the wind blowing and the air full of scratchy cast-off leaves. Maybe I should go to a cocktail lounge, and see what happens.