It’s cold out there.
The rains are coming.
It’s November.
Hello.
The chill in the air, with the almost full moon rising, was spooky and intense, bright and crisp, fall is here, winter is coming.
I hopefully will be getting a car soon, as I noted that there is rain in the near forecast.
I don’t have the time to do it before the rains start and I have some homework yet to do, but I’m pretty decided and as soon as I have the down time I will be getting my butt to a dealership in the East Bay.
Soon.
Not soon enough to save me from some more cold scooter rides home, or wet rides home.
I am still debating riding in to work tomorrow on my scooter, even though there is some rain in the forecast–it’s off and on and not 100% rain all day.
There are windows of time when it’s not raining and they both fall around when I would be going into work and when I’d be coming home.
I get to come home early tomorrow, both of my clients cancelled and instead of trying to squeeze in a consult, like I did tonight when my client cancelled, I decided to take the night off and just come home.
Take a hot shower.
Wash the week off of me.
Cook myself a nice dinner.
Be cozy.
Reflect on my life and the last six months.
My God.
The last six months.
So much love.
So much change.
Some quiet and private.
Some big and public.
Lots of internal change.
Loads.
And just extraordinary amounts of gratitude for where I am in my life and the people I get to spend time with.
I am so lucky.
If the rain stays away and the cloud cover is not to bad, it might be a great night to go down to the beach for the full moon.
It will be full at midnight tomorrow, but I suspect that it will look full when it rises, I thought it was full tonight as it was coming up.
I had to check online to see when it was complete.
Tomorrow.
Midnight.
The witching hour.
Magic.
Love.
The ocean.
Dancing on the beach.
Wrapping myself up in love.
The full moon reminding me of you.
Of promise.
Of joy.
Of laughter that falls from my mouth.
How sustained I am and how loved.
My life is extraordinary, even when I am tired, like I was today and a little bit in H.A.L.T.
Hungry.
Angry.
Lonely.
Tired.
I was hungry since I didn’t have the best lunch, not a bad lunch, no not at all, just not the lunch I’d planned, as the container that my chicken soup was in broke in my scooter basket and I had chicken soup all over my school books, shoes, and paperwork.
Sigh.
Tired.
As I went to bed late.
Not horribly late, just later than normal and up a little earlier to help the mom out at work by coming in a half hour early.
Lonely.
Well.
Sometimes a girl gets lonely.
I was listening to Coleman Hawkins today, late afternoon, at work, the mom had all the kids and I was at the house waiting for an important delivery and doing food prep and cleaning and household stuff.
The music moved me.
The view moved me.
I danced by myself.
Dreamy and slow, folding the laundry, looking out the window towards downtown San Francisco, dreaming of being in another’s arms.
Angry.
Well.
It passed.
But it was there for a little bit.
I got boonswoggled into a playdate/babysitting gig, without compensation.
I felt manipulated, annoyed, angry, pissed off, victimized and aware that, in the passive aggressive text, I had been played.
Or so it felt.
And I knew that I was tired and I knew that I was lonely and I knew that I was hungry, so I prayed and asked for it to be removed and I asked myself what my fear was, and I asked if I needed to manipulate through withholding my honest response, and I asked myself to see the situation with perspective and wait for clarification before getting more pissed off.
Which I’m very happy for.
I also had a snack.
Which fucking helped.
And I took some ibuprofen, too much carrying the baby this week in the carrier, which is how I started out my day, so I was a bit sore and tender all day too, which helped.
Then I had a talk with the mom and we divided and conquered and, yes, I will, in a way be baby sitting–I’m just going to call it an extended play date, but it is for a charge I have already had, who I love so dearly that I am more than happy to help and that the mom is taking two of her three kids, so that I will just have two to take care of, instead of the four I thought I was going to be saddled with, and it doesn’t happen til next Wednesday and fuck if I’m going to be upset about it and carry it forward.
Thank God for spot check inventory.
Also.
Thank God for getting home and making myself a nice hot meal, pan-fried Japanese sweet potato with garlic and pulled meat from a roasted chicken with melted butter.
That along with turning up the heat in my studio and realizing it’s Friday tomorrow and I have wonderful plans for it and I’ll get a paycheck and my health insurance stipend and really, there are no problems.
None.
Just love.
Abundance.
Perspective.
Joy.
And the nearly, almost, not quite, but soon to be.
Full moon.
Auntiebubba 