Showing posts with label Storyteller. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Storyteller. Show all posts

Monday, April 18, 2011

Happy Birthday!


Tomorrow is Beau’s birthday. Hard to believe he’s only been around a year. He’s such a wise old soul sometimes. And at others, he’s still all kitten. Just ask the big cats.

We are, of course, having the celebratory birthday tuna for dinner. Then the big cats have a stash of toys for Beau. I think they’re hoping that he will then leave the toys they already have for them to play with. Not very likely. He has obviously decided that all toys are his, whether they’re old or new.

I got him his very own notebook which he’s already started using. He was there when I brought the bag in and when he found it he knew it was for him so I didn’t make him wait until tomorrow to open it. He’s written his first story, Hands On. It’s a creepy little tale and I’m so proud of him. Maybe, if you ask nicely, wish him a happy birthday, and send your email addy, he’ll let you read it.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Rambling


“Only three people were shot in Reading on Sunday.” Yep, that really is how one radio station reported it. Only three people were shot in what is being considered as two unrelated incidents. Well isn’t that just ducky? Only three people. They make it sound like LOTS of people are shot in Reading all the time. There is a lot of shooting. And there are people shot fairly often. But not nearly as often as gunfire is heard. So it’s not really as bad as that one report implied.

It seems the people shooting in my neighborhood are using their weapons more as noisemakers than to do bodily harm. Either that or they’re really, really bad shots since there have been fewer people injured in my immediate vicinity than years past. Or perhaps they’re hunting rats, though I doubt it due to the lack of rat carcasses lying around.

Moving on…

I heard today that indicators show that gas prices aren’t expected to drop anytime soon. And that the cost of a gallon of gas has been inching up over the last several weeks. Um, no. It went up six cents last Friday alone. When I left on my little journey gas was $3.62/ga. When I hopped back on the turnpike to return home the price was $3.68/ga. Sorry, but I don’t consider that “inching up”. I don’t see how they can possibly justify that much of a jump in just a few hours.

I suppose I don’t grasp the whole gas pricing process. It seems to have the ability to change at any given moment. Does that mean the refineries are purchasing oil every minute of every day, around the clock? And processing it instantly? Yeah, I don’t understand how this one works at all.

Beau’s been telling me stories. Pretty cool, having a magical kitty who can do that. The only trouble is he tells me everything except the first lines. That makes it a little difficult for me to write them down for him. I keep explaining that the opening lines are essential but he’s still a baby and doesn’t seem to get that yet. Sigh. We’ll keep working on it because his tales are very wicked and definitely worth sharing.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Post #700



Take Heed

I hold worlds within my head
And all the happiness and sorrow of the universe within my heart
I am the purest love
The deepest rage
The keeper of essential knowledge
The scripter of histories
The creator of pleasures
Magick flows from my soul
Through my fingertips
Out to the masses
Weaving its way under your skin
Into your minds
Wrapping steadily around you
Through you until we become one
I am silent
Invisible
But I am a Goddess as old as the ages
My beauty is unseen yet unsurpassed
I walk among you
Touching you
Shaping you
Changing you ever so slightly with each pass
I am energy from before time began
Elemental power
I am a storyteller
And I am eternal