Get it? Falling?
You know what? Fuck you. I try to use a little humor and where does it get me? No where. In the words of Rodney Dangerfield “I don’t get no respect.” Not that I expect any but hey, on this tiny corner of the web I reign supreme, at least until WordPress decides to charge for everything.
In which case I will rage quit this bitch.
But seriously, Fall is my favorite season. Foods are richer, colors run into the jewel tones; that last burst of glorious sun drenched pigmentation until Winter turns everyone’s wardrobe into browns, grays, and blacks. As well as working out a new way to track the household budget with an even more obsessive compulsive edge, I’m on a mission to find a copy of a Victorian pantry ledger so I can model one for myself in Excel.
We have a pantry. Right now it holds a bike, some golf clubs, a ton of other crap, and I think some ugly Passover plates. I think we can do a little better than that. Maybe put some bins of flour and whatnot in there like normal people.
I’ve also been thinking about tithing. I send money to so many places I have no idea who is getting something from me every month any more. Environment America? Didn’t remember I had signed up until I switched banks and got a “friendly letter” asking “Bitch where’s our money?” Okay, they didn’t say that and I can guarantee that the paper was recycled. I cancelled a few political orgs during that bank move too so there goes that idea. If you haven’t been to The Cauldron: A Pagan Forum (which is probably one of the best pan-pagan internet forums if not the best overall) they’ll likely be getting money from me too as soon as my habitat and household numbers get detangled. But that barely covers 10% . To be honest, that doesn’t come a percentage close to 10% of income, which is what you’re supposed to do right?
So maybe I’ll sponsor a child or two and call it a day; or a village. If you have any ideas let me know.
I’m finally moving into some form of a teaching capacity, which I was fervently against until I realized people, as a whole, just aren’t that self-motivated. Luckily I don’t believe “teaching” means “turn everyone into my mindless minion” so I think I can encourage people to have honest dialogue, while learning and being fully engaged. Sounds like a win-win to me.
There’s a lot to do it seems with never enough time to do it all and a too recent minor surgery reminded me that I am not capable of doing it all even if there was as much time as I’d like. Something about being face down, ass up on Vicodin can slow you down (and make you nauseous and constipated but they don’t tell you that when they give it to you. Another bit of proof that Doctors and Pharmacists are helpful sadists) and make you think, even if the thinking is kind of bleary and not helpful at all.
Time to give the altar another deep cleaning, get ready for the Noumenia, and try to get in the extra studying and ritual work that got derailed by antibiotics and the constant watching of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
But you didn’t see that last bit coming.
One word: Thrifting.
So what are some of my readers doing to get ready for fall?