Channelling

I hope I spelled that right.However you spell it the night we had the channeler here was a night to remember. The place was stuffed. There were 23 people packed into our little living room.We sat in a circle with a lot of folk seated on the floor. One was parked on Dave(the giant teddy bear) as we had run out of cushions.
The woman whom we had gathered to hear was Judith Onley a native of Sault St. Marie who now travels all over North America doing her channelling work.
While we sat with closed eyes she spoke. I heard her voice as she went around the room talking and snapping her fingers and clapping her hands. She was giving us information on the coming year and also increasing our personal vibrations at the same time.
However...she wasn't walking around the room at all. Even though I heard her voice coming from various parts of the room she had been standing in one corner the whole time. There didn't seem much personal about it until the next morning.
I woke up after a very sound sleep to find I hadn't a thought in my head. Not a one. When thoughts did start percolating a little later they were all positive ones.Now this is most unusual. I am normally a positive wellspring of negative mindchatter.I should have, could have, must have etc...
All gone.
This is day two and the negative stuff is still all gone.The monkey mind rattles on but I am getting all sorts of ideas rather than a host of regrets. I woke this morning at four, was up baking at six and started on the computer at seven.It's dark and cold out there so it can't be the birdies that woke me.It's all the ideas percolating in my head and they are all to do with making my little world a better place for me and everyone I know in it.
That was Judith's message.Get up and get it on the road.Reading and thinking and talking is not enough any more.Time to put my money where my mouth is.
Cripes, I hope I can keep it up. It tires me out thinking about it all but so far it doesn't tire me at all to do it. Now that's a first!

Hot Sauce

I woke up this morning thinking of hot sauce. I don't know why but it got me thinking.
I was having my hair cut last week and hot sauce was the topic of discussion. The hairdresser said he was too white to eat hot stuff. I thought I had heard wrong but no. It's P.C. to say you are too white for something. So I say it here. I am too white for hot sauce. It's not for want of trying either. I have offspring who have tongues of teflon and can put and do put any hot sauce known to man down their gullets. They could take up a second career as fireaters at Cirque de Soleil.
The Austrians who are known for their sweets are mad things for hot sauce. They sell it in tubes to spread on their brot in case there is nothing else. They put it on spicy salami sandwiches. They dip their eggs in it. I once took what I thought was a cherry out of a jar of dill pickles, watched intently by the Austrian family I had married into. As soon as it touched my lips I knew I was in trouble.
"I thought it was a cherry "I mumbled through the rising blisters.The Austrians looked at each other.So the English put cherries in their pickles was the thought bubble over their heads. Uhnnn....
Now the really odd thing about all this is that I can eat Keene's mustard which the English use to adorn roast beef and thick ham sarnies.The Austrian amongst us hates this stuff.He says it is too hot and has no taste.What taste?The chili peppers he has been eating for years have sheered off his tastebuds.
Now we have a card carrying Korean in the family and are learning the true dimensions of hot. Well the fire eaters are. I know my limits and they are baby's kim chi and I am more than happy to keep the babies company while we eat it.

Technology is a Bitch

I saw that in a book I was reading and thought "Yes" that is exactly what it is. I am no longer a card carrying Luddite. Far from it. After all I am writing this aren't I. And using all my fingers though the broken one trails a bit. I can use a cell phone as well as a computer. I know how to cut the grass with a power mower;I have known that for decades. I had a friend from Scotland whose big comment when she found out I was living on my own was "My God,you'll have to cut the grass!"
I have driven gear shift since forever as well, which some men find amazing.Though not men I would want to have much to do with. It's because of a car that I am writing this.
When I knew that a move to the city was in the works I sold my trusty Rav and bought a Smart Car. I must say for city driving in fine weather that little car is a gem. However it is not fine weather and the little car is a bit of a pill at the moment.It's a buggar in the snow,well what did I expect, it has pram wheels for goodness sake!
When the two of us are both in it, in our winter gear we have to synchronize our breathing or else it gets very crowded, very quickly. Yes the bloom is off the rose and the Smartie will be replaced before next winter.
What I did want to share with you at the start of this was a story about technology.I get sidetracked easily as you may have noticed. Thank you for your patience.
I was out in the snowy streets yesterday to get the groceries and struggling to keep the Smartie on her side of the unploughed road.The dash was telling me that it was snowing!!! and that the traction overdrive was engaged at least that's what I found out that the trembling exclamation point was for. What wasn't showing up was that I had no windshield washer fluid. Of course not. The wretched car was made in France( what were the Germans thinking?) and Frenchmen need to know what the weather is like outside their little car so they'll know what to do when they exit the car. Will the hair get wet or not? They can't be trusted to look out the window. No, they need to check the dash. Which will tell them whether it is raining or not never mind the windshield gumming up from backdraft and road spray so that you can't see !!! Of course that is why, as I see now. The weather report is for when you can't see because you have no windshield washer fluid indicator.I should have been more specific. French technology is a bitch.

Happy New Year

Getting from 2010 to 2011 was a little unsettling in the truest sense of the word.The move itself considering it was in a Mercury retrograde was calm but for one very bad miscalculation and a strange looking front lawn. Tire tracks enhance nothing.
We are all in our own beds, the cat has calmed right down; she was out all last night, and if only the fridge would stop freezing the eggs we would be good to go. I found out that the settings were wrong. It needed more air, poor baby. Sal was very helpful.
Rob is here today to put on the new back door, the contractor for the kitchen is calling this week,and Adam is coming to start the painting on Friday. By the time February gets here it should be a very different house. On the inside at any rate.
I am itching to get at the garden. I have all my books out and anyone who needs a plot to grow a few veg or cut flowers speak now. There is lots of room for everyone. Of course we have to wait to see what pops up in the spring. There is a tag at the front garden for aconites which I have only seen in Europe.Too exciting!
There is a private swim and exercise club down the road for which I have a free pass. They are geared for all ages and very reasonable to join. Sadly no salt water pool, just the ghastly chlorine.
The local library is great.I start the book club this month and a course in writing memoirs as well.
I have saved the best for last. The kiddiewinks old and new are a mere stones throw away!