Daily Stuff 2-20-13 OHare

Hi, folks!

weather Cloud oceanIt looked like a bit of frost on the next-door roof and our porch poured water for a bit. I’m not sure if it were rain or melt, but I’m guessing, “melt”. It’s only 34F up here, but Bayshore is reporting 39F. We’ve an 80% chance of rain going by Wunderground’s forecast, which is why I wish I knew the answer to the rain/frost question. If it’s frost, then no rain….

feeder 02-19-13 flickerThis has been a birds morning. Right now there’s a sparrow on the feeder, but when I first came into the study, there was a flicker. Tempus got to see the startling flash of red as it swooped away into the trees. Hummingbirds have been all over. Steller;s Jays are providing glimpses of mobile blue gems, and funnies when one chases another into the bamboo wind chime. There was an almighty clatter and then one was swooping away while the other stood on the railing, reeling a little and shaking his head. The pix are from yesterday, btw.

weather Part Sun

Yesterday, just after the newsletter went out, the sun came out for a while and it kept doing that off and on. There was a flicker on the feeder and then two more, one of which Tempus saw. We had a lot of hummingbirds, one of which had a bright yellow stripe down its back and I can’t find it in the bird books!

Mab shell largeI started off setting up newsletters for the week and then got sidetracked into editing the media library for this blog because I needed some runes. There were duplicates and I didn’t have all the names, so I had to go digging…. plus I haven’t entered some of the runes from now through June. Nitenoi, stupid stuff, but it’s gotta be done sometime….

It turned into an hours-long back and forth from one file to another, Mab Single Cascade Pointtrying to make sure I had the info correct, which meant running around on the net to find the alternate spellings, consulting my books for the shapes, then drawing the ones that were missing and getting them all into the same format, then getting them uploaded with all the right names! Only the OCD would take on a task like that…. and they’re *still* not all in the same format….closer, but not the same.

Z Single purpStarMoonTempus went out to mow the grass and told me he’d get my string trimmer set up. I only managed about 20 minutes, but the front yard looks immensely better, already. I’ve got a lot more to do, but with the trimmer set up I can do it in 5-10 minute spurts and not strain my hands. Iow, I over did it….

He took off to run the errands after he pulled the newest bread loaf out of the oven. He’s branching out into light rye bread. This one was yummy, but I breadthink we need fresher caraway seed. It’s been sitting a while. This is Mom’s bottle, so goodness knows when she bought it, but it’s gotta be more than 5 years old! Probably closer to 10, since I don’t remember buying any for her cupboard once I started doing the most of her cooking and shopping!

I finally finished the rune stuff around 4pm and then started into some herbal correspondence bits that I needed to catch up on. Z Single TurqDropRingTempus worked in the kitchen and then came in to tell me that I had room to cook/bake, so I set up a fish bake (white wine, lemon, garlic, cilantro) and then got some brownies made. (Cherry, dark chocolate, hazelnuts) We had the fish with some spanish rice from several nights ago, a salad and pickled beets with a slice of the new rye bread and then the brownies, later in the evening.

563719_581612235201882_1696944741_nI edited some pictures in between, of a couple of embroidered things, and the flicker and jay that were on the feeder in the morning. That kitten pic was me last night… <grin>

I’ve been working my way through Patricia McKillip’s books and read Moon-Flash Friday evening. Most of her stuff is fantasy lit and I is one of my all-time favorites, but this one and the sequel (yes, I read them in reversed order….) are partly Sci-Fi. Last night I got into the Sorceress and the Cygnet another one that I hadn’t seen until I scored a box of books from an estate sale last year. I put the occult books out for sale and a number of them ended up on the Buck-a-Book shelves, but I grabbed out some that I hadn’t seen before.

Z turquoise 10Today we both have house chores to finish, mostly laundry and kitchen. I have a Marketing Action Committee meeting at 2pm and then House Capuchin is meeting at the shop at 5pm. Tempus and I will both be there, so you’re welcome to come in and browse, although if we’re being stuck full of pins when you might get waited on by someone else.

Ooh, he’s making waffles with strawberries!

Today’s Feast – February 20, 1942 – Two stories

“STORY NUMBER ONE
Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn’t famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed ‘Easy Eddie.’ He was his lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie’s skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time. To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day.

The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block. Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.

Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had the best of everything: clothes, cars and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.

Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn’t give his son; that he couldn’t pass on a good name and a good example. One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done. He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al “Scarface” Capone, clean up his tarnished name and offer his son some semblance of integrity.

To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified. Within the year, Easy Eddie’s life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he would ever pay.

STORY NUMBER TWO
World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O’Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.

One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet. As he was returning to the mother ship he saw something that turned his blood cold. A squadron of Japanese aircraft were speeding their way toward the American fleet.

The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn’t reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet. Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber’s blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent. Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible and rendering them unfit to fly. Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction. Deeply relieved, Butch O’Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier. Upon arrival he reported in and related the event surrounding his return.

The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch’s daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had in fact destroyed five enemy aircraft.

This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy’s first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor. A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29.

His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O’Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.

So the next time you find yourself at O’Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch’s memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It’s located between Terminals 1 and 2.

So What Do These Two Stories Have to Do with Each Other?

Butch O’Hare was Easy Eddie’s son.

From Wilson’s Almanac http://www.wilsonsalmanac.com/book/feb20.html
The rest of the story is in the book, Fateful Rendezvous: The story of Butch O’Hare http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/external-search?tag=wilsonsalmana-20&keyword=Fateful%20+Rendezvous%3A+O%27Hare&mode=blended 220px-Boraginaceae_-_Omphalodes_verna-6More here: http://www.mindconnection.com/library/factfile/ohare.htm More on Easy Eddie here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_J._O%27Hare and on Butch O’Hare, here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butch_O%27Hare

Navelwort, Cynoglossum omphalodes, is today’s plant http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omphalodes_verna

Ostara Pentacle

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Love & Light,
Anja

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Today’s Astro & Calendar

Waxing Gibbous MoonThe Moon is Waxing Gibbous. 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 2/25 at 12:26pm. Waxing Gibbous Moon – From seven to fourteen days after the new moon. For spells that need concentrated work over a ¼ moon cycle this is the best time for constructive workings. Aim to do the last working on the day of the Full moon, before the turn. Phase ends on 2/24 at 12:@6am.

Goddess Month of of Bridhe, runs from 1/23 – 2/19
Goddess Month of of Moura, runs from 2/20-3/19
Celtic Tree Month of Nuin/Nion, Ash, Feb 18 – Mar 17
rune runic month SoweloRunic half-month of Sigel/Sowelo, 2/12-26 It represents the power of the force of good throughout the world and is the harbinger of victory and ascendancy over darkness.

Sun in PiscesSun in Pisces
Moon in CancerMoon in Gemini enters Cancers at 2:45am
Saturn Retrograde
Color: Topaz

Planting 2/20-22

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©2013 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright

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Celtic tree month Ash NuinFraxinus_latifolia_JPG1FeCeltic Tree Month of Nuin/Nion, Ash begins today. The common ash (Fraxinus excelsior L.) is a major tree of lowland forests in much of Europe, along with oaks and beeches. It grows to 40 m (130 feet) in open sites, with a broad crown reminiscent of American elm trees. Ash was and still is an important timber tree, and is a traditional material for the handle of a besom. The common ash is occasionally cultivated in North America, and similar native ash species are widely grown as street trees. Ashes are members of the Olive family (Oleaceae).
Nuin – Ash Ogam letter correspondences
Month: March
Color: Glass Green
Class: Cheiftain
Letter: N
Meaning: Locked into a chain of events; Feeling bound.

celtic tree month oir spindleOgam letter correspondences to study this month Oir – Spindle Ogam letter correspondences
Month: None
Color: White
Class: Peasant
Letter: TH, OI
Meaning: Finish obligations and tasks or your life cannot move forward.

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WavesTides for Alsea Bay
Day        High      Tide  Height   Sunrise    Moon  Time      % Moon
/Low      Time    Feet    Sunset                    Visible
W   20      Low   2:02 AM     3.6   7:08 AM     Set  3:40 AM      68
20     High   8:02 AM     7.1   5:53 PM    Rise  1:12 PM
20      Low   3:23 PM     1.2
20     High   9:56 PM     5.7

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Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Dance a little today.

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Journal Prompt – What do you think? – How would you spend your time if you were wealthy?

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Quotes
~   Parenting classes are available to everyone right now: on TV, on video, on computer disk, and in book and tape form.  Therefore, there’s no excuse not to become an extraordinary parent – if you want to. – Mark Victor Hansen
~   Someday, someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else. – Anonymous
~   Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life. – Lord Byron
~   Speak your truth and seek your truth. – Kerr Cuhulain

I give thanks for the breath that opens out my lungs.
I give thanks for the sun, bringing light and warmth to Earth.
I give thanks for the birds, who remind me it is morning.
I give thanks for life. I give thanks for life.
I am thankful for this day.
May I be of service. T. Thorn Coyle: Know Thyself

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ostara sabbat egg divider

Magick – O S T A R A – http://earthwitchery.com/ostara.html

Spring Equinox , circa March 21

Ostara, or the Spring Equinox, is an enchanted borderland time outside of time where a magickal seam joins dark and light. From this moment on, the Sun God begins his seminal journey across the sky. His light and warmth overtake the darkness of Winter until his power peaks at Summer Solstice in June.

Ostara is a time of new fire. The light and dark are in perfect balance, but the light is growing and the Sun is about to burst forth with new energy. It is a season of fertility and growth.

Eostre or Ostara is the Anglo-Saxon goddess of spring to whom offerings of cakes and colored eggs were made at the Vernal Equinox. Rabbits were sacred to her, especially white rabbits, and she was believed to take the form of a rabbit.

ALTAR: For the Ostara altar:
— Candles should be light green.
— Incense may be jasmine.
— Decorate the circle with spring wildflowers.
— Place an earthenware or wooden bowl containing soil or a large seed of some kind on the altar.

HERBS to use in your magic at Ostara: lily of the valley, tansy, lavender, marjoram, thyme, tarragon, lovage, lilac, violets, lemon balm, dogwood, honeysuckle, oakmoss, orrisroot, sunflower seeds, rose hips, oak, elder, willow, crocus, daffodil, jonquil, tulip, broom (Scotch or Iris), meadowsweet, acorn, trefoil (purple clover), vervain.

STONES: Clear quartz crystal, rose quartz, agate, lapis lazuli, amazonite, garnet.

ACTIVITIES :
Perform a seed blessing and indoor planting ritual. http://earthwitchery.com/seed-blessing.html
Have a traditional breakfast of buns, ham, and eggs.
Make natural egg dyes from herbs. http://earthwitchery.com/egg-dyes.html
Color hard boiled eggs and add symbols for the Fertility God, the Goddess, the Sun God, unity, fire, water, agriculture, prosperity and growth, strength and wisdom, spring, love and affection, and protection.
Consecrate the eggs:

In the name of the Goddess of Spring, (name); and the ever-returning God of the Sun, (name); By the powers of the four elements — earth, air, fire, and water; I do consecrate these eggs of Ostara..

Point the athame at the eggs, make the sign of the pentagram, and see the energy flow through the blade into the eggs, and say:

New life lies within as new life shall enter the soil. Let those who seek this life find it and consume it, for all life feeds on life.

The eggs may be hidden and an Ostara Egg Hunt commences.

Make pysanky and krashanky, magickal amulets of fertility, protection, and prosperity.

Make hot cross buns to honor the union of the earth and the sun for Spring. Slash the “X” with the bolline and bless the cakes.

Toss crushed eggshells into the garden and say:

For fairy, for flowers, for herbs in the bowers, The shells pass fertility with springtime flowers.

Wear green clothing.

Eat an egg you have empowered with a quality you desire.

On Ostara Eve, light a purple or violet candle and burn patchouli incense. Carry them both through the house, and say:

Farewell to wintry spirits and friends; On morrow we greet the spirits of spring. Our blessings to thee as your way we wend; And merry we’ll meet next winter again. Blow out the candle and say: Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again.

At this time, witches cast spells for careers, relationships, and love. It’s a time for planting new ideas. Seek harmony and balance in the incredible energy of the season, and project good health, good fortune, and confidence in achieving goals.

FOOD: Eggs! Spring lamb, cream and milk, bake bread with a decorated egg inside, spring salad, hot cross buns.

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motif Silliness SmilieSilliness –Movie Night with Mom and Dad

Copyright 2012 W. Bruce Cameron

I’m sure I’m like a lot of baby boomers when I say my parents have reached the age where I feel I should start looking for a special “home” I can check myself into because they’ve driven me crazy.

The problem is especially acute when it comes to whatever new gadget they’ve purchased.  Apparently I’ve become their dedicated technical-support line, so that I can have conversations like this:

Mom: I clicked the printer button on the computer, but nothing happens.

Bruce: Really?  No error message or anything?

Mom: Well, there was an error message.

Bruce: What did it say?

Mom: Something about an error.

Recently they invited me over to watch a movie with them on their new DVD player, which I knew meant they needed me to come over and hook up their new DVD player.  “Your father is having difficulty figuring out how to work it,” my mother confides.

I discover that the reason my father is having difficulty figuring out how to work it is that he hasn’t yet removed the DVD player from its box nor for the box from the trunk of the car.  “I thought we could do it together,” he tells me, which sounds very sweet until it turns out that by “together” he means I’ll hook it up to the television while he takes a nap on the couch.

Later that evening we settle in to watch the film.  “Why does it have those black bars on the screen?” my mother asks, frowning.

“Because it’s in wide-screen format,” I explain.

“Can it be fixed?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it.  It’s supposed to be like that.”

She thinks about this.  “Maybe we should call your sister.”

My sister is a doctor and presumably smarter than I am in all areas of human knowledge.  “We don’t need to call anybody, it’s how it is supposed to be,” I say peevishly.

My father looks up from his newspaper.  “Would the two of you cut the chitchat?  I’m trying to watch the movie.”

On screen, the actor is speaking into a telephone.  “Who is he calling?” my mother asks me in a loud whisper.

“We don’t know at this point,” I tell her.

“I’ve seen this one.  His wife gets killed by a one-armed man,” my father complains.

“No, that’s The Fugitive,” I say.

“A one-armed man?” my mother demands.  “What on earth are you talking about?”

My father shakes his paper like a rattlesnake sounding a warning.

“He’s thinking of Harrison Ford,” I say.

“Is he the one married to Paula Prentice?” she asks.

I’m silent for at least a minute.  “You mean Richard Benjamin?” I finally respond incredulously.

“Yes!” she says.  Then she frowns.  “Who are we talking about?”

“Harrison Ford.”

My mother stares at the screen.  “That’s Harrison Ford?”

“No, that’s Keanu Reeves.”

“What’s his name?  ‘Canoe’?”

“ ‘Keanu’!”

“Oh, this is the one where he has hedge clippers for arms,” my father announces.  “Teddy Scissorfingers.”

Edward Scissorhands, and no it isn’t.”

“There is no one-armed man in this movie,” my mother states flatly.

“I know that!” my father snaps.

“You’re thinking of…what is it, The Runaway?”  she asks me.

The Fugitive.”

“Right.”  She wrinkles her nose.  “Which one is that, again?”

My father picks up the remote and points it like a weapon.  “Thanks to you I missed that part,” he says.  “How do you back this thing up?”

Spanish subtitles appear on the screen.  “What does that say?” my mother asks, mystified.

“Here,” my father says, pushing more buttons.  The screen goes black.

“Maybe we should call my sister,” I suggest before my mother has a chance to.

Grunting, my father manages to get a picture back on the screen.  Apparently we’re going to watch the movie over from the beginning and learn to speak Spanish at the same time.   Keanu Reeves picks up the telephone.

“That’s not Harrison Ford, this is not Edward Scissorhands, and those black bars are supposed to be there,” I remark preemptively.

We watch for a moment in blissful silence.  My mother leans forward.  “Bruce,” she whispers, “Who is he calling?”

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