too miraculous to contain in one little fae heart

currently madly in love with crisp bright crunchy fall leaves in the most spectacular hues of golden, oranges, reds, magentas, greens, and everything in-between. I feel like the reds are particularly pinkish/purply, this year, something I've not seen before.

One of those things I never thought would be something that might one day not happen - the changing of the leaves in the fall. I thought we wouldn't get the fall colors this year, when October was over and it was still 80 degrees and all the deciduous trees were still green. That was terrifying in a new way that I'd have never been able to imagine until I saw it myself. I was so afraid once the weather suddenly turned cold, all the green leaves would simply drop dead. I'm so grateful for every single little leaf beneath my feet, now. It is a dazzling collection of countless miracles everywhere I look and it is dizzying and overwhelming and I cannot get over how beautiful it all is. I spent a good couple of hours crunching colored leaves under my feet, today, through the cemetery and while waiting for Josh's pineapple fried rice order to be cooked. In and out of the post office. On my way to and from the coffee shop when our power had gone out for a couple of hours in the middle of the sparkly afternoon.

I am also still astonished by sparkling blue sky. Another thing I never dreamed would go missing. (And then it did, for weeks, during the labor day fires of 2020.) The wind has blown away the brownish yellowy haze, and the crystal clear blue and fluffy white clouds are back, and I am consistently stunned by the beauty of clear blue with white and the glittering sunshine reflecting off of everything. mom's suncatchers sending it into rainbows across my room.

Also, the way Mars has been playing with the moon, late at night. Sneaky little red thing nuzzling up alongside. And how Jupiter asserts itself so boldly in the night sky. Hullo, giant ball of fiery gas. I'm glad you are here with us.

Ooohhh still sneezing. Headache is back but that's okay. I'm glad it's not covid but I also can't remember the last time I had a cold? I'm working too hard. Need to wrap it up here. sinus pressure uugghhhnnnng.

Still hungry but I think I ate enough. Maybe I need popcorn.

Or a nap?

Everything is too much.

werk done before 9pm wow

omg got everyone scheduled, opened up the rest of the books, AND updated my email list ooooof.

totally earned my popcorn lol.

(I have a popcorn-only-on-Sundays rule but I think this calls for an exception, especially since I'm still sick and just NOTHING else sounds good rn. Except fizzy water for this throbbing head oof.)

I still have four more orders to get out tomorrow (possibly 5 if one other person ever follows through) but that's for another day.

So grateful.

Work does pay off, and I do love my job. Very lucky to get to be a sparkle fairy, really.

And to spread sparkle fairy-ness to so many others, in the process.

toasty toes

Got my feets on the radiator. I was so cold! Now I am so warm! yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

I wish I still drank hot cocoa lol. Too sweet! I need a nighttime not-sweet not-coffee drink someone halp.

coming into being.

Because my nose was broken by a schoolyard bully when I was 5 years old and nobody bothered to reset it, I have quite the hook nose appearance on one side of my face (just kind of the regular classic Danish bigger-than-usual nose on the other side - see Viggo Mortensen for reference).

It was especially fun to have people point out that I generally take selfies on one side, when selfies became a thing, as a way to shame me about this. Did you have parents that didn't give a shit if a kid at public school broke your nose when you were five? Didn't think so. But thanks for trying to make me feel bad about a little vanity. Good job. Hope you feel better.

now that my crows feet are finally coming in, and my hooded "bedroom eyes" eyelids are starting to droop, at age 47, I'm starting to develop a genuinely witchy/hag look, especially much, on my left profile.

I'm kind of enjoying figuring out what to do with this newfound face of mine.

Hello crone friend, what magic shall we weave together?

intimidatingly intimate knowledge.

It's kinda wild how directly tied to my journal entries my fb/insta ads have become.

If I write about leaves - I get stuff about leaves.

If I write about socks - you get the picture.

It's not like I'm not aware that my data is constantly being scraped, but the immediacy and accuracy of it is a little new/slightly unsettling. It's like, as soon as I open the app, there's a new add relating to something I just wrote, minutes before. and it's detailed. And carefully targeted. Like, weirdly.

And like, they stopped with the menopause stuff after not too long, actually? Like, they figured out I'm not going to go for any of that stuff?

The algorithms are getting so much better at learning.

I hope the computers will be my friends one day. meep!