Monday, April 24, 2017


Oh Mercury, Oh Mercury | Your retrogrades doth ire me!  🎶 🎶 🎶
 (Sung to the tune of "O Christmas Tree".)

Yes, yes, yes people. Mercury is in retrograde once again. (See here for details on the current cycle: Mercury Madness.)

And once again, my exes have come a-sniffing.

By now it should be laughable, right? For the most part it is. It's also annoying because with very few exceptions I don't want to hear from any of my exes.

Have I ever explained what I consider an "ex"?

An "ex" is any guy I've ever had any communication with, with the intent of dating. So even if we've never actually met, he can still be an ex.

As evidenced by many, many, many previous blog posts, any of my cherished readers can see that I've been on many, many, many dates.  😬😫😂

If we've talked and never met, if we went out once or several times and it didn't work out, if we got married and divorced -- it equals lots and lots and lots of contact information stored in my cellular device.

I can count on one hand the number of exes I still willingly communicate with. Seriously.

Anyone I no longer care to communicate with (exes and other folk) are first added to my "reject call" list, an option I thank God for. Any number on that list goes straight to voicemail and my phone never rings.

The calls will show up in my call log but it's unlikely I'll know who called (explanation forthcoming) unless it's the (rare) familiar phone number.

After the person is added to the "reject call" list, I then edit his or her contact information by saving her or his name under a group of various monikers (Nein, No, No Name, No Way, etc.) which allows me to group numerous contacts together.

Essentially, the ex-communicated become one of a huge list of others like themselves. It's not to be mean. It's to maintain my sanity. 🙉

I didn't always feel this way but because of Things That Have Happened in the Past (see post 718), I've learned that if it didn't work out with someone, regardless of the reason we said goodbye or stopped talking, it's best that both parties go and stay gone.  ⛵🚘🚀 👋

Too bad retrograde Mercury brings otherwise. 👺

I'm blaming this current retrograde for the four phone calls I got from Mr. X this weekend (two of those calls from a private number); I'm also blaming it for the text I got this morning from Mr. Y.

It's not the first time Mr. X tried to be sneaky by calling from a blocked number. (See post 627; reference  "Fun Young Guy".) This time it actually helped me because it's how I discovered my phone has the capability of blocking calls from private numbers. (Thanks LG!)

In other similar news, in the past week I've received three (3) calls from the service department of the car dealership reminding me it might be time for a service appointment.

Is this to be a new Mercury wrinkle? Hopefully not.

I told the second caller that I'd already received a call a few hours earlier regarding same. Today I sent the call straight to voicemail and yep, same reminder.  👀

Oh Happy Day. 😂

Sunday, April 23, 2017


Sent to me as part of this morning's e-mail from Lotus Tarot:

Today's Meditation:

Find a sweet, sacred space. Sit or lie down, keep your spine as neutral as possible. Be comfortable. 
Silently repeat the affirmation "Thank You" over and over for as long as you can.

Let all the people, places, things you are grateful for flood your thoughts. Let gratitude fill you and when you release the affirmation, just be still for as long as you can and enjoy the way you feel!

mucho love,  

Saturday, April 22, 2017


Good day people!

I hope yours is going well.

My day is slowly grinding to a standstill. Not sure why, but I've run out of energy.

I was asleep before 2 a.m. and intended to sleep until 10:30 a.m.

Alas, I was awakened at the unseemly hour of 8-something by an obscene number of texts from my Paramour. Although I was still snuggled up with my pillows, the sound of the text notifications dragged me away from the peace and tranquility of the land of Nod into the harsh reality of Saturday morning sunlight.

It was a poem, expressing words of comfort and longing.  💕💕💕

How lovely.

It took me an hour to gather my thoughts enough to respond.

As I stated in a previous post, I really like this guy. And although we've had three dates (and the offer of one for tomorrow), I think I need to take a step back and meditate on this situation. 💮

We're attracted to each other, we're flirty, the chemistry is good. On every date we've had discussions about serious life and relationship issues, both past and potentially future. We seem to be in alignment about most of the things that matter. He says he wants us to pursue a seriously serious relationship. Me too.

But he's also done some things that have set my teeth on edge. Not necessarily red flags but I need to feel sure enough that he's someone I want to move forward with.

I hope this isn't TMI for anyone but I'm at a precarious stage in my life. I'm experiencing what's known as peri-menopause and I also happen to be PMSing.

Which means I'm all tangled up in hormones and emotions and thoughts that may or may not be conducive to anything remotely resembling anything factual.

What I've found myself doing is jotting notes of things he's done and said that don't make sense to me. (Because I'm a writer and because I don't want to forget...)

We discussed my list and he said I should tell him any time I think something is off so we can talk about it and he can make any adjustments necessary. Because he wants us to be best friends and share everything with each other without fear of rejection or reprisal.

Wow. What a man!

But is he just saying what I want to hear or is he being truthful?

Time, time, time...

Trying to keep my eyes open for anything that isn't quite on kilter while having a good time is not my idea of a good time.

I want to enjoy the moments we're together (and I have) but I don't want to miss or misread anything that could be a reason for me to nip this thing in the bud.

Essentially, what I'm saying is that I don't want to get my feelings hurt. Nor do I want to hurt his.

If only my crystal ball still worked...  😩

It's a precarious balancing act, the letting go and holding on.

Knowing when to do either is what I struggle with, trying to maintain a sense of order and common sense while being open to being swept away if something beautiful and magical comes along.

La vida...  ☔🌈

Friday, April 21, 2017


This just in:  👀

I think Mr. Bliss was able to love me so much because he was able to forgive me as often as necessary. Or maybe it was the other way around.

What ever the case, true love requires real forgiveness, again and again and again.  💕💕💕

My lesson for today...  ⛇🎁🔑

Thank you Universe.