Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Sitting Shoes

Any woman who can walk any distance more than across the room in these shoes has my respect and admiration. Or man, for that matter. I'd make a lousy drag queen. Don't even begin to ask about stairs or getting in or out of a car.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

The Unthinkable

It has happened. I didn't think it was possible, but there it is. I have met an Oktoberfest style beer that I don't much care for. And admittedly, I should have read the label and avoided this disappointment altogether. Ninkasi Brewing company did something unthinkable to the traditional flavor profile of an Oktoberfest beer. They hopped it up. Yes. I'm not fond of hop heavy beers in the first place, but I consider this alteration an abomination. The hops all but drown out the rich, malty flavor you would expect. Normally I pour an Oktoberfest into a glass because the aroma enhances the drinking experience. Not this time. The bouquet is a bit acrid so I'm drinking it straight from the bottle to spare my nose. I must say the label is quite pretty. I should have known there was something amiss when my neighborhood liquor store was sold out of all the other Oktoberfest brands and there were cases of Ninkasi stacked up in the front. Repeat after me. Life is too short to drink crappy beer. 

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Happy Autumnal Equinox!

The house is freshly smudged. I have an abundance candle burning. Welcome Autumn! Honor the crone today in spirit and action! If you are a crone, honor yourself. I am heading outdoors for a canyon hike. I may be a crone, but I'm a spry and feisty one! I want to celebrate that fact until I can't anymore. Then it's the Crone Throne and tiara for me. I'll demand gifts of cake and wine. It's all about the balance of things, children. That's why they call today the Equinox.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Hello, Stranger

Max has been found. In the last box still taped shut in a corner of the garage. The box was labeled winter hats & scarves. Also in the box was my hot glue gun. Welcome to Colorado, Max. I have missed you.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

A Royal Reversal

He wasn't a prince. At least I was pretty sure he wasn't of royal extraction. I did kiss him several times. And now when I look upon recent photos of him, all I can think is toad! Seriously. Toad! This is not your classic frog/prince thing, but might be the regular guy/toad counterpart thing instead, only in reverse. Interestingly, he lists kissing as one of his professional skills. Maybe I am a witch. I really need to focus on refining my spell skills.