Daily Stuff 11-27-12 First Women’s Vote

Hi, folks!

If you watch the tide charts over the next couple of days we’ve got some minus tides. They’re after dark, but stay safe! Be aware that even if there’s more cool stuff uncovered, the tide turns *fast* when it’s minus!

We slept in this morning. Both of us were pretty wiped and we didn’t go to bed early. We’re going back and forth between bright sunshine and thin sunshine, but there are a fair number of clouds up there and a pretty thick cirrus layer. It’s 49F which is nearly the forecast high and there’s very little wind.

I’ve been watching birds diving on and off the feeders. Jays, sparrows, chickadees and hummingbirds but, oddly, no juncos, yet.

I had insisted to Tempus that if the weather was good yesterday morning I needed to stop close to the bottom of Range drive to get some pictures of the mushrooms. Got some! I’ll put up an album on Facebook later, but here are some small ones. Amanita, lichens and a bolete…. Maybe if the weather holds I’ll get down into the park and get some more.

I got the checks cut for bills when we got to the shop and Tempus took the one to the phone company right away, so we’re good for a bit.

I worked on the biscornu for a little while, but did more on the pictures than the pieces. After that I worked on clip-art, since I could do that and chat with Robyne. Tempus got here at about 2:30 and took Robyne off to the bus station and then went back to work on paperwork. Robyne will be back over Yule. Tempus went back to his job and then got to the shop around 5pm. I took a short nap and then we closed up and come home after doing some of the end-of-the-work-week stuff.

We were cleaning at the house during the evening. I think I said that Tempus got the wines racked, night-before-last? The rose melomel seems to be done and we might try bottling some in the next two days. The Howling Jack, a pumpkin melomel that’s been going for at least two years, is still bubbling, and so is the 6-months-in-the-carboy blackberry… wow…. I made us each a glass of the blackberry liqueur in some leftover ginger ale and that was tasty.

Robyne got home 9-ish and says, “Not a whole lot of X-mas lights on display yet, but give’m time. All my love to everyone!”

Here’s a picture that’s a botanical illustration of the Venus Flytrap and a link to the Wikipedia article  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venus_Flytrap That poor thing is looking pretty sad at the shop. I’ve got it out of the box and with water beneath in a small saucer and we’ll see what it looks like on Thursday. The directions say bright light and 1/4-to 1/2 inch of water beneath it. I wanted to feed it, but couldn’t find anything small enough. The jaws are well under an 1/2 inch long. I finally trapped a fruitfly and wiped it onto the plant.

Today Tempus is going to the shop mid-day to work on some of the lights. He’ll have the shop open. We have *massive* cleaning to do at the house. We’ve finally cleared a lot of the necessary smaller jobs, but now we’ve got to get the bigger stuff shifted/sorted. Mostly it’s stuff that has been fished out of storage or strange places and needs to be put away. Some of this is pre-Mikulas-day cleaning. I’ll repeat the links on 12/5, but here are a couple that mention the day. You have to clean the house or Miklulas won’t show up! …of course these articles only talk about shiny boots…. <harumph>  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mikul%C3%A1s & http://www.myczechrepublic.com/czech_culture/czech_holidays/saint_nicholas.html

We now have wax sheets! I talked about this earlier in the week. Several people were asking about them, so I have a few for the shop. They’re $14 each. I’ll try to keep them in stock and I can get more, if and when folks ask. I may be able to get larger quantities, too.

More featherweight ornaments today… The first one can be used as an ornament or gift tag.

This second one is another pair-on-a-ribbon set, this time of stars. The 3rd pic is a set of small ball-shaped ribbon “puffed” ornaments with a contrasting “gem” for sparkle. These aren’t quite as flat at the first two, but are sturdy enough to stand up to shipping.

In 1893 in New Zealand, 10 weeks after full Suffrage had been granted to women, the next election was held. Thanks to people like Kate Sheppard, leader of the New Zealand female suffrage movement, women voted for the first time in a national general election anywhere in the world. Australia was the second nation, fully nine years later (1902), although on December 18, 1894 women in the State of South Australia became the first in the world to be able to vote andstand for election. Among the earliest nations to grant women the vote include Finland (1906), United Kingdom (1918), and Afghanistan (1922). Switzerland was one of the last, in 1971. Women didn’t get to vote in the USA until 1920, the year that Grandma was born! There’s more info here: http://www.nzine.co.nz/features/suffrage2.html

The shop is closed on Tuesday/Wednesday, but Tempus is planning on being there for the early afternoon, at least. Please call ahead (541)563-7154! Fall hours are 11am-6pm Thursday through Monday. If we’re supposed to be closed, but it looks like we’re there, try the door. If it’s open, the shop’s open!

Love & Light,


Today’s Astro & Calendar

The Moon is Waxing to Full. Waxing Moon Magick – The waxing moon is  for constructive magick, such as love, wealth, success, courage, friendship, luck or healthy, protection, divination. Any working that needs extra power, such as help finding a new job or healings for serious conditions, can be done now. Also, love, knowledge, legal undertakings, money and dreams. Phase ends at the Tide Change on 11/28 at 6:46am. Full Moon Magick: From fourteen to seventeen-and-a-half days after the new moon. “And better it be when the moon is full!”! Prime time for rituals for prophecy, for spells to come to fruition, infusing health and wholeness, etc. A good time for invoking deity. Phase ends on 11/29 at 6:46pm. Eclipses – Lunar eclipses always occur on the day of the Full Moon. Positive magicks should not be performed in these months until after the eclipse is over. Eclipse is exact at 6:33am at 6 degrees Gemini 40′ on 11/28.

Goddess Month of Cailleach/Samhain runs from 10/31 – 11/27
Goddess Month of Astrea runs from 11/28 – 12/25
Celtic Tree Month of Ruis  Elder  Nov 25Dec 22
Runic half month of Nyd – November 13- 27 – Time to prepare for winter.
Runic half-month of Is November 28-12 Literally, ‘ice’: a static period. The time of waiting before birth. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992, 1992

Full Moon tonight and tomorrow night. This evening, look lower left of the Moon for Jupiter and orange Aldebaran. Look upper left of the Moon for the fainter Pleiades cluster (binoculars help), and far left for Capella.
A weak penumbral eclipse of the Moon occurs before and/or during dawn Wednesday morning for western North America. The penumbra is the pale outer fringe of Earth’s shadow. The Moon will be deepest in it from 6:18 to 6:48 a.m. PST on Wednesday the 28th (14:18 to 14:48 on the 28th Universal Time). Look for a weak shading on the Moon’s north (upper right) side. The farther in from the West Coast you are, the brighter the dawn and the lower the Moon will be.
The penumbral eclipse takes place high in the middle of the night for the longitudes of Australia and Japan, in late evening of the 28th local date for China and Southeast Asia, and early that evening for India with the Moon still low in the east. More details here: http://skyandtelescope.com/nov2012lunareclipse/
Mercury emerges into dawn view around November 24th or so, brightening from magnitude +1 to 0 this week. Look for it just above the east-southeast horizon in early dawn, far to the lower left of Venus and Saturn. Mercury is beginning its best apparition of the year for viewers at mid-northern latitudes.
Venus, brilliant at magnitude –3.9, and Saturn, much fainter at magnitude +0.6, shine together in the southeast during dawn. Saturn begins the week 3° to Venus’s lower left (on Saturday morning the 24th). It passes about 0.8° by Venus on the 26th and 27th, and by November 30th it’s 4° to Venus’s upper right.

Sun in Sagittarius
Moon in Taurus enters Gemini at 4:%8pm
Mercury Stationary through 12/14
Ceres, Vesta, Uranus, Jupiter Retrograde
Color: Grey

Planting 11/25-27


©2012 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright


Ruis  Elder  Nov 25Dec 22 – Ruis – (RWEESH), elder – Celtic tree month of Ruis (Elder) commences (Nov 25 – Dec 22) – Like other Iron Age Europeans, the Celts were a polytheistic people prior to their conversion to (Celtic) Christianity. The Celts divided the year into 13 lunar cycles (months or moons). These were linked to specific sacred trees which gave each moon its name. Today commences the Celtic tree month of Elder.
Elder or Elderberry (Sambucus) is a genus of fast-growing shrubs or small trees in the family Caprifoliaceae. They bear bunches of small white or cream coloured flowers in the Spring, that are followed by bunches of small red, bluish or black berries. The berries are a very valuable food resource for many birds.
Common North American species include American Elder, Sambucus canadensis, in the east, and Blueberry Elder, Sambucus glauca, in the west; both have blue-black berries.
The common European species is the Common or Black Elder, Sambucus nigra, with black berries. This is a shrub growing to 10 m (33 feet) in damp clearings, along the edge of woods, and especially near habitations. Elders are grown for their blackish berries, which are used for preserves and wine. The leaf scars have the shape of a crescent moon. Elder branches have a broad spongy pith in their centers, much like the marrow of long bones, and an elder branch stripped of its bark is very bone-like. The red elder (S. racemosa L.) is a similar plant at higher elevations; it grows to 5 m (15 feet). Red elder extends its native range to northern North America, and it is cultivated along with other native species, but common elders are seldom seen in cultivation. Elders are in the Honeysuckle family (Caprifoliaceae).

Ruis – Elder Ogam letter correspondences
Month: Makeup days of the thirteenth Moon
Color: Red
Class: Shrub
Letter: R
Meaning: End of a cycle or problem.
to study this month Straif – Blackthorn Ogam letter correspondences
Month: None
Color: Purple
Class: Chieftain
Letter: SS, Z, ST
Meaning: Resentment; Confusion; Refusing to see the truth


Tides for Alsea Bay
Day         High      Tide    Height     Sunrise    Moon  Time      % Moon
~            /Low      Time       Feet     Sunset                                  Visible
Tu  27      Low   5:11 AM       3.1    7:29 AM     Set  6:38 AM      97
~    27     High  11:01 AM       8.3   4:40 PM    Rise  4:15 PM
~    27      Low    6:04 PM    -0.3


Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Allowing creativity to grow, fosters my link with the Divine.


Journal Prompt – What do you think? – What do you think about having set rules for people to follow?


~   Great deeds are usually wrought at great risks.-  Herodotus
~   Happiness depends upon ourselves. – Aristotle
~   Having the world’s best idea will do you no good unless you act on it.  People who want milk shouldn’t sit on a stool in the middle of a field in hopes that a cow will back up to them. – Curtis Grant, Writer
~   He who can destroy a thing, can control a thing. – Frank Herbert (1920-1986) US writer

It is, in a way, an odd thing to honor those who died in defense of our country in wars far away. The imagination plays a trick. We see these soldiers in our mind as old and wise. We see them as something like the Founding Fathers, grave and gray-haired. But most of them were boys when they died, they gave up two lives — the one they were living and the one they would have lived. When they died, they gave up their chance to be husbands and fathers and grandfathers. They gave up their chance to be revered old men. They gave up everything for their county, for us. All we can do is remember. – Ronald Wilson Reagan – Remarks at Veteran’s Day ceremony, Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, Virginia, November 11, 1985


Magick – Yule – GCF: The Folded Napkin – A Truck Stop Story

I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn’t sure I wanted one. I wasn’t sure how my customers would react to Stevie.

He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn’t worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don’t generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.

The ones who concerned me were the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded “truck stop germ”; the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks…

I shouldn’t have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.

After that, I really didn’t care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a breadcrumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table.

Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag.

If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.

Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home. That’s why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.

He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn’t unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.

A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine.

Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war whoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news.

Bell Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table.

Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Bell Ringer a withering look.

He grinned. “OK, Frannie, what was that all about?” he asked.

“We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay.”

“I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?”

Frannie quickly told Bell Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie’s surgery then sighed: “Yeah, I’m glad he is going to be OK,” she said. “But I don’t know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they’re barely getting by as it is.”

Bell Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn’t had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn’t want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do.

After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.

What’s up?” I asked.

“I didn’t get that table where Bell Ringer and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were sitting there when I got back to clean it off,” she said. “This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup.”

She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed “Something For Stevie.”

“Pony Pete asked me what that was all about,” she said, “so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this.”

She handed me another paper napkin that had “‘Something For Stevie”‘ scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: “Truckers!!”

That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work.

His placement worker said he’s been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn’t matter at all that it was a holiday. He called ten times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy.

I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back.

Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn’t stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting.

“Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,” I said. I took him and his mother by their arms. “Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!”

I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room.

I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins.

“First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess,” I said. I tried to sound stern.

Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had “Something for Stevie” printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.

Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. “There’s more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. Happy Thanksgiving.”

Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well.

But you know what’s funny? While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table….

Best worker I ever hired.

Plant a seed and watch it grow.


Silliness – If the shoe fits, get another one just like it.

Lighted House Count – 7 on 11/23, 12 on 11/24, 13 on 11/25, 16 on 11/26…..
Ok, this is a “silly” that we started when my kids were small…. just count how many houses have lights or lighted displays as you go about! Businesses don’t count, but doorways that are decorated and have a porch light on, do! <grin>

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