SA 12/19 Crones
Dec. 19th, 2002 02:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhiaIt occurs to me, given the likely target audience[*] of this Oprah-listed self-help book, that discussing how much OLDER we're all getting, right around the maximum stress time of the year, especially for folks trying to do their home and life and family up just right, is Outright Sadism!
Jus' sayin'
Anyway, today's entries is about how awful a term is Crone. I suppose you do have to varnish it with Triple-Goddess to make it not sound abysmal.
Am I technically a maiden until I become a mother? I find myself doing the sort of toppy crap I associate with motherhood, so perhaps I qualify, or moreso than a maiden, a term at least one of you has outright denied me.
I am definitely not a wise woman yet.
For example, even though I bailed on Redbones last night, in the name of sleep, I still barely got to bed by midnight. And, the two towered, too tired vibe carried into today. In spite of this, I had a marguerita at lunch. It was prickly pear, novel, so I figured it was worth a try. (And, it turned out to be St.Eve's treat, since he was thanking me for cat-sitting or some such.) Now to attempt staying awake for my 3 pm meeting.
And, after lunch, I had to show him the 22nd floor. There was a guy there this time, fixing it up to be shown. I suppose that was inevitable. Some of the equipment/decor was brought up in giant cardboard boxes. (You could totally build the entire cockpit of a basement spaceship out of one of these boxes!) After asking the guy if it was ok to check out the city view while he was working, St.Eve and I promptly climbed into one of the big boxes to continue our conversation.
Now that brings back memories of the Holidays of my youth!
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[*] Not to be confused with Target Audience, the film.
Jus' sayin'
Anyway, today's entries is about how awful a term is Crone. I suppose you do have to varnish it with Triple-Goddess to make it not sound abysmal.
Am I technically a maiden until I become a mother? I find myself doing the sort of toppy crap I associate with motherhood, so perhaps I qualify, or moreso than a maiden, a term at least one of you has outright denied me.
I am definitely not a wise woman yet.
For example, even though I bailed on Redbones last night, in the name of sleep, I still barely got to bed by midnight. And, the two towered, too tired vibe carried into today. In spite of this, I had a marguerita at lunch. It was prickly pear, novel, so I figured it was worth a try. (And, it turned out to be St.Eve's treat, since he was thanking me for cat-sitting or some such.) Now to attempt staying awake for my 3 pm meeting.
And, after lunch, I had to show him the 22nd floor. There was a guy there this time, fixing it up to be shown. I suppose that was inevitable. Some of the equipment/decor was brought up in giant cardboard boxes. (You could totally build the entire cockpit of a basement spaceship out of one of these boxes!) After asking the guy if it was ok to check out the city view while he was working, St.Eve and I promptly climbed into one of the big boxes to continue our conversation.
Now that brings back memories of the Holidays of my youth!
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[*] Not to be confused with Target Audience, the film.
