Mabon Blessings

"I know the year is dying,
Soon the summer will be dead.
I can trace it in the flying
Of the black crows overhead;
I can hear it in the rustle
Of the dead leaves as I pass,
And the south wind's plaintive sighing
Through the dry and withered grass.

Ah, 'tis then I love to wander,
Wander idly and alone,
Listening to the solemn music
Of sweet nature's undertone;
Wrapt in thoughts I cannot utter,
Dreams my tongue cannot express,
Dreams that match the autumn's sadness
In their longing tenderness."

- Mortimer Crane Brown-

It's rainy, hot, and humid here for the first day of fall, but that's okay.  It has arrived, and that is what counts.  And, I am home and don't have to go out in it.  As most of you know, I am one who can read an omen into almost anything, so, when I got up this morning and discovered I hadn't set the coffee pot last night, the debate in my head rose as to whether or not I should stay home today.  See, my coffee pot is set 7 days a week, 12 months a year.  My coffee 'must' be ready for me or, I swear, they can hear me all the way over in the next state.  I am a dreadful person without my coffee.  Actually, by now I think it is mostly psychological.  I only drink half a cup and toss the rest away. 

Once I heard the weather report, I had my answer....Call in and take a personal day...Heavy rain is on its way, about 4 inches they say, and there is a leak coming down from upstairs over my son's window.  The son upstairs says it's not his problem, but won't let anyone up there to repair it, let alone look at it.  Sick people, they are.  My son is in Connecticut and hubby has an appointment, so someone has to be here to man the fort.  (dump the pails).  The son also put a gate up across our back steps...telling us we can't go in the yard anymore.  Ha!  The last laugh is on him. I was telling hubby this morning I am not going to allow them to stress me anymore.  Actually, the more they do, the more I can smile to myself because I now see that they are the one's who lose by pushing us out.  Of course, after 12 years, they probably think we are here to stay, so are they ever in for a big shock when the ONLY income brought into this house is gone. 

I also worry about the trains with heavy rain.  The tracks always seem to get flooded during a heavy rain.  Who wants to be stuck in the city on a Friday night?  Yes, that's all projection, but something told me it was a day to stay home....and, alas, about 11 am I was sitting on the sofa, watching Supernatural,  when the telltale cramping began in my stomach.  I'd eaten just a 'wee' bit of popcorn last night thinking such a minuscule amount wouldn't hurt, but, even that touched off my digestive problems.  I've been through this at work before, and it's no picnic...especially on the ride home with no bathroom in sight.  Yikes!!!  Everything does happen for a reason...and with that, I would like to offer...

...Blessings to you and yours at this most special time of the year.