January 2, 2008

I have spent literally the entire waking day on the computer.  I can't remember the last time I did that and it wasn't while listening to some doctor I could barely understand (and sometimes couldn't) talking in my ear.

Eric worked hard to give me a day of doing nothing I didn't want to do.  I got up at 10am.  I would have gotten up an hour earlier except that Eric had been very clear that he wanted to have the kitchen cleaned up before I got up and he didn't get out of bed until 9am.  My skin tends to hurt if I stay in bed later than 8:30 or so.

But I wanted to give him a chance to clean my house for me and all.

So I finally got up around 9:50am or so because I just couldn't lay there any more.  The boys had their first quiet day since school let out for Winter Break. Their usual teacher, Mrs. Haboush, is a very valerian, mellow person who they adore.  She's firm, but sweet at the same time.  Her little boy, who is 4, was diagnosed with a rare form of leukemia and has to have chemo for the next year, so she's not teaching.  The substitute is a very nice man, but he is an ACTOR (caps required) and is horribly full of energy.  As I said, his intentions are good, but that boy is wound up tighter than a spinster's asshole.  He is always, always, always in motion and gets those kids 17 different kinds of wound up before he sends them out the door every day.  It's driving us all nuts.  When I say he's an ACTOR, I mean it in the literal sense of he is heavily, passionately involved in the acting troupe down in Placerville and so all the world's a stage and he is never not on it.  He makes me tired just to watch him and after our first parent teacher conference, I knew he and I were going to have to hold down opposite ends of the world for this to work.

So as of today, I believe I have finally gotten my kids purged of Christmas Candy Syndrome and detoxified from being Inside the Actor's Studio every day and back to being my quiet little independent, cool kids again.

That all being done, Eric went to town on errands and I worked on my poor, neglected websites.  I got the updating done on EOS, all, of course, except for writing my own soap column.  I got the reviews page fixed on The Diva Digest (look in the menu to the right and way, way, way down for these links), which took up the bulk of my day and was a king sized pain in my ass.

We have a major storm front, 3 of them, actually, headed our way and it is expected that we will be getting up to 6+ feet of snow dumped on us.  That's not entirely unusual, although as freaked out as the weathermen are getting, you'd think it was.

It's unusual before March or so, but it does happen.

Eric was on the ball and built a nice, new back porch for me, all done in an afternoon the last week of December.  It's about 3-4 times as big as it was before.  Come Spring, he is going to extend it around and down the side of the house, screen it in and set up all of my exercise equipment out there. Whoo hooo!

Speaking of such things, December is the time of the spark of light returning to the sky via the lengthening of the days, albethey imperceptible.  On my spiritual path, we use that time to cultivate the spark of light in our own minds of what we should be planting in our lives in the coming year.

Usually, because we use the winter for quiet introspection, deep thinking and intense reflection, the spark tends to just pop right in there.

Mine did and all I can say is wow.  It's going to be a very...

I have to think of a word big enough...

stellar?

ambitious?

insane?

...year.

I am going to:

1)  Learn to belly dance.  I had a pre-emptive strike on this last year, but it sort of faded away.  Like the brass ring on the merry-go-round, these things come around again when you are supposed to notice them and my brass ring was that Eric bought me a bodacious, awesome, beautiful, perfectly gaudy jingle-butt scarf for Christmas, so now I HAVE to learn to belly dance.

2)  Learn to play the organ/piano.  Like skating and swimming, music is something that has always evaded me and led those who tried to teach it to me screaming into the wilderness, raking their hair from their heads in bloodyclumps and crying, "My eyes, my ears, my sensibilities!!" and never to be seen or heard from again.  I have had a nice Cohn organ for about a year now and it pretty much is a toy for the kids and a place for me to put my photos.  My Grizzly Flats Adopted Daddy is a professional music teacher and the resident troubadour for the town.  At a party on the 29th or so, I confided to my Adopted Mommy and 3-4 of my nearest and dearest Queens that it had come into my mind to ask Papa Mike how much he charges for music lessons and learn to play the organ on the sly when Eric and the kids are not around, then around about June, just busting out some songs on them and watching their jaws fall.

Everyone thought it was a super magnificent idea and so my plan was well hatched.  I did, however, tell Lizzie that I couldn't do it until Eric was on a job and getting paid.

So then, we had a fun, fun, fun, funnest New Year's Eve party and Mikey comes in where Eric and I are hanging out, throws out this key chart onto the coffee table and says, "So I hear you want to learn to play that organ without anyone finding out."  Talk about "LOL."  So my secret was out and he showed me his "method" and because it is a mathematic formula (my right brain is huge and intrusive, but music playing just ain't in here for me), I got it right away.  He showed me the books I needed to use it (EZ Play) and asked me what kind of music I wanted to start on.  I am most familiar with old country, so I told him that, but then we checked out the bench to the organ and guess what?  It was stuffed with EZ Play books that were primarily old country.  I had never even looked in there before.

Today, he came over with stickers and carefully marked all of my keys, so I'm on my way.  I can hardly wait for the kids to get the fuck out of my house so I can start practicing!

Did I say that?  Nah, I've actually enjoyed the Winter break and not having to get up at 5:30 which is just completely unnatural.  If the weather keeps them out a bit longer, I'm OK with it, I just don't want to practice around them.

Anyway, that's #2.

3)  Write a book.  The spiritual path that Eric and I have developed over the years is so effective and so sacred to us that we have decided to "get it out there."  The book has been talked about over the years, but it wasn't time until now.  We have come up with some preliminary ideas and are really excited about bringing it into being.  It is so basic that you can layer any other belief system onto it without conflict or use it on its own.  It ties in soundly with the ideas presented in "The Secret," "What the Bleep Do We Know," "The Celestine Prophecy," and other such thought processes, but it provides something they do not, which is a progressive structure of personal development and evolution in the application of those basic ideas of the Laws of Attraction.  Our method takes you through each year of your life and teaches you how to move ever forward, building on what you created the year before and following the natural flow of energy that is indigenous to humans and to nature. 

4)  Lose 100 pounds.  Not going to talk a whole lot about that.  I'm just going to do it.  I can do it, I am doing it, it is done.  I did create another weight loss journal on one of the sites I run and I will journal about it there.  Those who are meant to find it will find it.  By Jan 1, 2009, I will be 100 pounds lighter than I am now. That is a tiny bit less than 2 pounds a week, so not unhealthy.

I have had such amazing luck with the planting process over the past 10 years that I have no doubt of the success of these things.  I planted healthy weight loss last year and did not specify a goal or an amount, so what happened instead of the weight going away is that I was given all of the tools, information and insight that I need to do it.  Now I'm stating my actual goal and it's going to happen.

I am still a busy little typing bee.  The transcription job got so bad (I was on quite a run of doctors who could. not. speak. and it was driving me NUTS to the point that I was begging, BEGGING the Universe to tell me what foul energy I was bleeding out into the world to draw these dysphagic slurmonkeys to me) that I called up the woman who originally TRAINED me to do medical transcription (she never STOPPED being a transcriptionist and is now in New Port Richey, Florida) and told her it was making me want to kill myself.

She is such a mama.

This is how the conversation went.

Me:  Jill?

JM:  Yes?

Me:  Jill, this is Katrina.

JM:  Oh, hi honey.

Me:  Jill, I can't do this.  It's making me want to kill myself.  I'm so far outside of my element."  boo hoo boo hoo hooo

JM:  No, really, it's OK.  You're going to do just fine.

Me:  No, I'm NOT!  I'm AWFUL at this.  I can't do it!

JM:  Now, now, yes you can.

Me:  No, really, I can't.

JM:  YES YOU CAN!

I about fell off my chair and my hair blew back from the heat wave of her answer.

Me:  Um, OK.

Then she started schooling me on how to appropriately use my expansions and assured me that yes, we did things totally differently back in the day when she trained me and that it takes months to get back up to par and all the other reassuring things.

I spent a good hour or so really pimping out my expansion packet and that picked up my speed a little.  It's still a challenge sometimes, but I'm getting better.  I worked on Christmas and then did about 3 hours last night to take advantage of holiday and night differentials. 

Eric FINALLY begins his project at Beale AFB next week, so there is a light at the end of the tunnel.  After many, many phone calls, he was able to get us into a hardship program regarding our mortgage (we got hit with a devil of a variable interest rate) and it is now quite manageable.  Christmas is in the rear view and now we settle down into the waiting game until he begins getting paid for the jobs he will do.  He is aggressively looking for projects his business can do and has bid on a whole pile of them.  We know quitting the mail for him to focus on his business was the right thing to do.  He was never going to expand beyond part time work otherwise.  We also knew there was the potential for it to be quite challenging, but sometimes, you have to be willing to sacrifice in order to gain.  We were very lucky that a number of other really lovely things happened in the interim to give us courage and keep us going.  They were like little messages of encouragement that we were going in the right direction and everything was happening as it should.

One of the toughest challenges that  I hope to get worked out soon is that we only have 1 vehicle, which I suppose is going to be 3 hours away from me most of the time while he works.  My next visual manifesting job is going to be a second vehicle.

Evidently, I am going to need to take a new panorama photo of the back yard and redo the journal to reflect all the white we will likely have by the time the weekend is over.   My weather forecast looks like this:

Tonight

Mostly Cloudy
Mostly
Cloudy
Lo 37F
Thursday

Rain Likely. Chance for Measurable Precipitation 60%
Rain
Likely
Hi 52F
Thursday
Night

Rain. Chance for Measurable Precipitation 90%
Rain

Lo 42F
Friday

Rain. Chance for Measurable Precipitation 100%
Rain

Hi 45F
Friday
Night

Rain. Chance for Measurable Precipitation 90%
Rain

Lo 35F
Saturday

Snow. Chance for Measurable Precipitation 80%
Snow

Hi 38F
Saturday
Night

Snow Likely. Chance for Measurable Precipitation 70%
Snow
Likely
Lo 26F
Sunday

Snow Likely
Snow
Likely
Hi 33F
Sunday
Night

Chance Snow
Chance
Snow
Lo 24F

While that doesn't look particularly intimidating, the BLIZZARD WARNING they have in effect does!

I'm not afraid of snow any more; it's just a pain in my ass since I have satellite TV and enjoy occasionally leaving my house.

I like what they say at the end, "Do not travel. If you must, have a Winter survival kit with you."

Sounds very Donner to me.

The parade was a hit. Photos are here:

www.grizzlyflatsca.com

It's hard to believe that the Queens started out a year ago with just me and Marcia:

...and then, of course, everyone was clamoring to be a Queen and so we picked the very best ones and now there are 7 of us.  That's where it's going to stay.  Here we are a year later:

That's right, Santa Baby, we want it ALL!!

Eric was, again, our official consort, Lance Romance.  Kevin was our driver and security officer, but I didn't get any good photos of him.  He was busy beating the people back off of us who wanted autographs and such:

Here's half of his head.

We are plotting a Grizzly Flats Talent Show and we, of course, are going to all sing and dance to "Book of Love."

So yes, life is good, life is blessed and challenges are just opportunities to grow and shine. 

Anything less is just whiney and not befitting of a Queen.

Be particular,

The cathartic ramblings of an occasionally confused but usually joyful woman.

Name: Katrina Rasbold
Location: Grizzly Flats, California

I am a happily married broad of a particular age who lives in a rural mountain community on the edge of the El Dorado National Forest.  Grizzly Flats was once a thriving mining town (think "Deadwood"), but is now a quiet, remote town with a few hundred year-round residents and several city folks with a country home up here where they come to rough it a few times a year.  No more saloons or hotels or livery stables, just an unmanned fire station, a 2 room schoolhouse, a ranger station and a post office. 

It's heaven.

I am a writer and webmaster.  I am also a medical transcriptionist and a student of life and the world around us. 

I deeply honor all religions and whatever (harming none) path others use to reach God and their most sacred selves.  I completely reject the premise that there is one path/ one religion that "fits all" and is the "right" one.  Just as people speak in different languages to one another, I believe God also speaks to us in different languages.  God knows us well enough to understand that our spirits vibrate on different levels and must be accessed in different ways with different words and practices. 

Mike Rowe ("Dirty Jobs"):  "Are you a religious man?"

Septic Tank Cleaner:  "No, but I am a spiritual man."

Dirty Jobs
House
Weeds
General Hospital
All My Children
One Life to Live

Big Love
Rescue Me
Lost
The Deadwood Movies to tie up the canceled series