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Swallowing is really essential

Ew. Strep throat. I never get sick. Really. I’m laid up all the time from stupid injuries, so maybe it isn’t obvious, but “sick” doesn’t much enter my reality. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve been the only person at work or some event because everyone else has a cold. I don’t “catch” stuff.

Except, I guess, strep.

Not so bad in a lot of ways. No congestion, no stuffy head, no fever. Minimal coughing and blowing of nose. But I can’t swallow. Turns out this is a problem. Okay, this is gross maybe, but I guess when you lie on your back little bits of saliva or whatever run down your throat, and you swallow them. So sleeping presents a problem, because attempting to swallow while lying down is so painful it wakes me up. I’ve been sleeping propped up. Thank the gods for my humongous pillow collection.

Yesterday I went to McD’s and got a milk shake for lunch. Then my sainted ex-husband brought me chicken broth, mashed potatoes, and creamed spinach from Boston Market for dinner. Beats an IV I guess.

I am on those killer 5-day antibiotics, so I look forward to chewing sometime soon.

The Gang of Two In Living Color

Bought myself a new toy over the weekend; my very first digital camera (Nikon Coolpix 5600). Let’s see what we got here.

The Gang of Two destroy the Holiday tree:
Gang of Two Kill Christmas

Mingo Surveys His Evil Handiwork:
Mingo In Da Tree

Glad Yule

Ah, Yule. What a holiday, what a party, what a blast!

Yule is a paradox. On the darkest night, we set the room ablaze with light. On the solemn occasion of the renewal of hope, we elect a Lord of Misrule. Fortunately, Pagans are good at paradox.

As it turned out, this year I embodied all of that paradox in my body and mind, as High Priestess. The Clan* gathered for Yule this year at a hunting lodge rented for the night, and until about ten days before, I was just another guest. But when the HPS & HP turned out to be unavailable, Dave and I were asked to step in.

Got there, and Oh. My. Gods. I wanted to leave. Pure chaos. The madness of small children, the noise of assembling dinnerage, the jockeying for oven position, the inability to find spoons. It was seriously too much. Fortunately, I had driven seventy miles and was responsible for the ceremony, and couldn’t leave, so I dealt. Then O. & Dave & some of the other guys started drumming, and that hit the spot. I got up and danced and really found my center, really got into a place where I could manage my own energy and enjoy where I was and who I was with. Dancing always does it for me.

Paradox. Cast the circle hard and tight and serious. Celebrate the silence and the darkness. Midwife the Goddess through the birth of the Sun. At the same time, sing, dance, drum, and have all the men give campaign speeches for the coveted position of Lord of Misrule. (After the circle, the women elected Arthur, and he did some hardcore misruling, including starting a seltzer fight, bless him.) More drumming and dancing; raising a joyful noise such as to place the sun in the sky. And go figure, after the circle, Santa showed up.

Glad Yule everyone. May the newborn light drive out your darkness, shed light upon your shadows, and guide you from winter to spring. Blessed be.

*The Clan is a cluster of related Wiccan groups in the tristate (NY/NJ/CT) area, including Anahata, Candlewood, Crystal Grove, and Warwick Valley Pagan Way, as well as affiliated individuals who are former members of these groups or of Clan groups now defunct (Acorn Garden, Circle Web, and Prima Vera) and our friends and family who choose to participate.

Serenity named “Best Movie”

Okay, 3rd best. Bless New York Magazine’s pointy little heart.

Mingo and Fanty are proud to have been featured in such a movie. They told me so themselves.

Trouble in Kittenland

Early this morning, I caught Fanty peeing on a manuscript.

Possibly, I should rename her “Critic.”

The Gang of Two get Big Damn Names

I used to date a guy whose mom bred show dogs, or pedigreed dogs that could be show dogs, or something. Anyway, I learned from him that show animals get really long names so that they aren’t repeated in the official pedigree database. Or something. It prevents hundreds of cats named “Socks” from being listed. And the long names can be pretty funny.

Anyway, I got the idea in my head that if it was good enough for show animals, it was good enough for my animals. So I started giving my cats ridiculous names. These are their “real” names, of course, the short version is just a nickname. So, for example, Princess was really Princess Just Go Ahead Now. Cuddles, who started life as Persephone, was Persephone Queen of Night and Shadow. And so it goes.

So, as I’ve come to know their personalities, I’ve decided on the full names of the Gang of Two. They are

Mighty, Mighty, Mingo
and
Fanty Fraidy Run Away! Run Away!

Yeah, like you care.

Contest Winner Chosen: Gang of Two Named

The Gang of Two will heretofore be known as…

Mingo and Fanty.

Tom has won. Tom, just let us know where we should send your kittens.

Contest: Name the Gang of Two

Okay, there are like 50 people a day reading this blog (or skimming it and going Hell, no!) but no one has commented all week. So, here’s your chance.

Tonight Mary arrives with our two new adorable six week old orange kittens. Perfect for poker stakes in the Buffyverse. (But I digress. ) At home I have been referring to the anticipated new arrivals as the Gang of Two.

Arthur and I are having serious name-the-kittens squabbles. I want to call them Fred and Ginger, but Arthur feels it violates his principles to name a ginger kitty Ginger. (Fred and Ginger are perfect names because I have a tendency to call everyone and everything Fred. Or Freddie.)

Going for the Serenity tie-in, I thought Mingo and Fanty would be great, but Arthur points out that both movie characters are male, plus I keep getting mixed up and saying Mango and Finty. Which aren’t bad either.

Arthur suggested Patience and Fortitude, which are pretty damn good, if portentious, and Forty is a nice nickname. (I have been in love with the original Patience and Fortitude as long as I can remember.)

Sorry I haven’t installed a poll plug-in yet, this will be manual.

The Gang of Two should be called:
Fred and Ginger
Mingo and Fanty (Fanty’s the pretty one)
Mango and Finty
Patience and Fortitude
Other _________

If you win the contest, you get kittens named in your honor.

Of Beam Me Up Fame

My son and I were discussing heinous food over dinner. That’s because we made a mutual decision to abandon our efforts to enjoy broccoli rabe. I made it badly, and then I used my sister-in-law’s recipe for my second effort, and although her recipe was good, we just didn’t love it, and I said
“Rabe is the haggis of Italian vegetables.”

And then I had to explain what haggis was, and at some point I inserted, “Haggis is why the Scottish people are thought of with disrespect.” And Arthur laughed because he’s an easy room and everyone needs an audience like that one. And then he asked
“Did Scotty of Beam Me Up fame like haggis?

Which, as questions go, stands on its own.

Snow Outside and Icy Fingers Inside

We on the Northeast woke up icy cold this morning.

I have a super-duper double-setback thermostat. You know what this means if you have one. You set the heat to become liveable a few minutes before your alarm goes off, so that when it’s time to get up you don’t say “Frack this, it’s too cold” and stay in bed. Then it goes back to frigid just before it’s time to leave the house so you don’t say “Frack this, it’s cozy here in the house, I’m staying home.”

It does this on your weekday schedule, and then it has a different weekend schedule which involves waking up later and staying in the house longer.

Except Thanksgiving is a Thursday. I don’t live in the Bill Gates House o’ Computerized Fun, so my thermostat doesn’t know it’s a holiday today. Thursday is a work day, it thinks. That means cozy warm at six a.m., and then, 8:30 rolls around and WHAMMO I’m Freezing Girl (my super power? I turn blue. I wear a fetching fleece cape wrapped around me and I shiver inside it).