Venus, Jupiter, Mercury and the Moon conjunct on New Year’s eve.
I say “I bet” because…I wouldn’t know.
I went outside to look.
Foiled again by that @#$%ing Marine Layer.
It’s the same reason that little kids in the Bay Area can’t see fireworks on Fourth of July.
And, uh, New Year’s Eve.
*sulk*
Winter has hit the Bay Area.
How do I know this for sure?
The dark skies?
The near constant drenching rain?
The hailstorm we had yesterday?
No.
By this conversation.
Casual question: “Where is the cat?”
Reply: “On the heater vent.”
So. Word on the street is that today is December.
But I’m not buyin’ it.
Because I’m fairly certain I did NOT authorize 2008 to dissipate so quickly.
Nope. No way. No how. I don’t care that people are Christmas shopping. I don’t care that decorations are cropping up. Nope.
Nuh uh.
Not gonna do it.
Oh, and *someone* must have told the Bay Area that it’s December today because it went and got all overcast and foggy and crappy and, well, wintry.
I’m telling you, if we all band together against this thing, it doesn’t HAVE to be December. Roll back the calendar, get the sun out of storage and let’s go on about our lives circa, I don’t know, June?
How does June work for you? Do I hear a July? Going once, going twice…
Please stand by…I’m going to go see about fixing this.
Lots of weirdity going on in the world. Lots of changes, flip outs, oddness.
Market up. Market down. New president in a month.
And I think I’m changing jobs soon. Whoa Nellie!
Funnily enough, there is some comfort in my reading the ABQjournal during these crazy times.
Guess what? The Saturday Balloon Fiesta’s mass ascension didn’t happen! Too windy!
Reeeeally? That almost never always happens!
Oh Fair New Mexico, granting me comfort during troubled times.
May your winds blow gustily over the middle Rio Grande Valley and may the annual scent of roasting green chiles waft my way.
Most peculiar, Mama*
If you, like me, sometimes struggle with change…well, then this is NOT our year.
I mean. Let’s start with the election. Both an African American Man and a woman on the main stage. Whoa Nellie!
The economy. Jeebus, I need a seatbelt to stay on this crazy ride!
There’s even a new profession I only just heard of in an article about this economy. A “neuroeconomist”, who studies the biology of economic behavior. Some guy from Emory University is saying we’re all acting like a bunch of scared sheep.
Not sure I disagree.
Several friends have been laid off from jobs and have had a lot of trouble finding a new gig.
Fannie Mae now (unwillingly) owns some 54,000 homes.
Some meaningful people both personally and in society have passed away.
A couple people very dear to me are seriously ill.
My 43-year old friend is preggers (naturally) for the first time.
My big brother is moving to Malaysia…This just after he and his family came through freaking Hurricane Ike.
Gas prices are through the roof. Prices unheard of thus far in our country.
Oh yeah, and for me personally I got married and am potentially changing jobs after almost a decade at one company.
2008 is not for sissies!
And we’re only nine months into this thing!
Holy crap!
If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to retire to the underside of my bed with a tubful of Cherry Garcia, a canister of Valium and my cat.
Call me when things have settled, hey?
*Borrowed liberally from John Lennon. Thanks John!