The Fates In the Frog Pond


“Luck is a goddess not to be coerced and forcibly wooed by those who seek her favours. From such masterful spirits she turns away. But it happens sometimes that, if we put our hand in hers with the humble trust of a little child, she will have pity on us, and not fail us in our hour of need.”  ~  P. G. Wodehouse

“Mankind accepts good fortune as his due, but when bad occurs, he thinks it was aimed at him, done to him, a hex, a curse, a punishment by his deity for some transgression, as though his god were a petty storekeeper, counting up the day’s receipts.”  ~  Sheri S. Tepper

The temperature seems to be stuck at freezing this morning. I guess that’s okay. I’d like something more dramatic, but a steady air temperature, I suppose, indicates some kind of balance is at work in the world, so far today. Who can argue with that? Balance seems to be a rare quality these days. The sordid results from the Presidential election are filtering down into the collective American psyche; clear signs of further disturbance are beginning to show, but the shit ain’t really hit the fan just yet. And when it does it ain’t gonna be pretty. It’s a sorry state of affairs, I’m sorry to say.

I just had to step outside for a few minutes. The banality of Donal Trump was getting to me as I was writing about it. Would you question my usage of the term “banal” to describe Trump? The friggin guy is trite.  That said, moving forward  .  .  .  while outside I saw, to the southwest, the slowest falling star I have ever seen. Mr. Science (me) here would usually stick with the technical term “meteor” except this one was headed straight down. It reminded me of the falling star in Neil Gaiman’s lovely novel Stardust. That star was seen by the protagonist and he felt compelled to investigate further. Turns out the thing hit the ground, and it turned out that the star was actually a beautiful woman from the heavens. Imagine that. Claire Danes plays the star woman in the movie version. Michelle Pfeiffer plays the evil queen bent on destroying Claire Danes. Great movie, especially if you want to see Robert Di Nero dance in a tutu. No, really. So how am I to take the falling star I just saw? Is there a star-born princess out there somewhere, and I am supposta go find her and do the happily ever after thing? Is it a sign? Well, I know of one woman I’d like to be the falling star, but I am prone to fantasy anyway, so how the heck would I know? Leave it to the Fates. That’s what I say. Now, once again, moving forward (geez I simply hate that term; I mean where else would you go!?). Our opening photo today is of the odd sight that greeted me when I arrived at my usual lunch site yesterday. There in the wetland frog pond was the nine of diamonds, floating above the muck, face up, just as steady as you please. Now that I took, take, whatever, as a sign. I looked it up, and consulted a witch friend, and the meaning of the card is basically that I have earned a much needed rest, after a long struggle, and better times are a comin soon, so I can give myself a break, relax, and let it all flow for a while. I suppose that the coming better times begin when my first SS payment arrives. Or when that woman I know turns out to be a star come down to Earth. Stranger things have happened. Yeh, leave it to the Fates. I need a rest, breather, whatever. Yeh, whatever. I can’t be bothered.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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