Into The Snow
Pisces (February 19 - March 19): The Winter Solstice is always special to Pisces, but this year it's even more so. You feel lighter, brighter, younger. As 2009 beckons, you know on some level that it is a warm-up for your true place in the sun come 2010. There's life after Christmas and yours is going to be good. Now sit back and enjoy. Santa's helpers ensure a very cool Yule.
Sunday. Not a bad morning, this morning, up just after six, the head aching in its various places but the morning hand full of pills taking care of (most of) that, a reasonably clear headed drive on empty streets to breakfast (I was the only person seated at the tables for the first half hour, not a good sign for the economy), a drive back to the apartment, cloudy, but the temperature fine. They've taken all of the wet paint signs off the stairwell and I decended them to the garage for the first time, the colors looking really nice. I'm not sure why the owners of the building decided to spend the money on the place in the middle (or, worse yet, the beginnings) of a recession, but more power to them. They've owned this building forever so I'm assuming there's not much of a mortgage left.
Maybe they're painting, preparing to sell.
Hell of a time to be selling real estate in Oakland.
So, some cleaning required in preparation for the trip north, maybe check the weather outlook up the coast. No way to tell what's coming, but then there's no way I'm going up through the mountain passes, so there's no other real choice. Spend a night on the road, take it easy, do my preparations today and get out of town reasonably early tomorrow. Sensible sounding stuff from the look and sound of it if not the feel of it, but that will pass.
This is, of course, the shortest day of the year. The longest night. Everything is up from here on out although it takes forever (it seems) for the warmer weather to start. The horoscope says it's a good year coming that will lead into a great 2010. Not useful to think too far ahead, take it one day at a time, let the years take care of themselves. Enjoy it now, because who knows when tomorrow will really come? If it comes.
Are we being maudlin or pissy or what?
We are writing in our journal on the shortest day of the year, we are allowed some latitude. Forever perky is the American curse. And the American blessing, of course, but we'll leave that for the Spring. We are hunkered down in winter, here, and I'm going with the flow into the snow (and laying in a proper stock of sake to get me through, doodle-dee-do).