Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween! As we close out the month and Horrordailies, I thought I’d revisit a few of my more memorable costumes from over the years:

Cinderella, ages 6/7. Remember those plastic masks and highly flammable polyester costumes? Yep, one of those. Mine was a lot like this one, only my crown was gold.

Raggedy Ann, age 8. Same kind of deal.

A ghost, age 9. The ol’ sheet with holes cut out for the eyes. Worst hat-head EVER. Looking back on it, I should have cut a million holes into it like Charlie Brown.

“I got a rock.”

Nowadays, Halloween is very different. Parental competition has entered the picture the way it has with everything from Little League to science fairs, so you don’t see too many kids in prefab costumes or even masks unless it’s a superhero costume that Mom sewed herself. I suppose that’s a good thing: At least you know no kid is going to go up in flames if they lean back against an old-school radiator or another kid goes near them with a sparkler.

Halloween is very different for adults these days, too. Heaven forbid a woman isn’t a “sexy” version of something–sexy nurse, sexy cop, sexy witch, sexy nun, sexy yacht captain, sexy bull’s backside.

I was a little more creative back in the day. For instance, in 1985, I went as Madonna in her Desperately Seeking Susan era: Black crop-top lace tank, black bomber jacket, black floppy bow in my hair, black leggings, a bazillion of those black rubber bracelets, and the words “Boy Toy” written across my stomach in black eyeliner.

Oops, that was kind of sexy.

Another year I went as the Clinton Health Plan: Black top and jeans, a cardboard tombstone on my chest that said “H.R. 3600, Health Security Act” (the name of the bill), one of the famous Hillary headbands, and red duct tape everywhere. I’ve since seen the light, but it was a fun costume. Some people needed an explanation, but this being Washington, D.C., many didn’t. All the people who worked on the Hill knew what I was right away. Definitely nothing sexy about that.

These days, I don’t dress up. It’s too much trouble so I just walk around with my fangs out. Maybe next year I’ll fly around as a bat.

And now, the final candy, the one you’ve all been waiting for and may or may not despise with the searing heat of 1,000 suns: Candy corn!

Come on, did you really expect anything different? Love ’em or hate ’em, they’re Halloween in candy form.

And thus concludes this year’s Horrordailies. See you in December, for Holidailies. Be good, kids!

Save Me, Citrus!

Still a bit under the weather. Did you know that your salivary glands can get stones that block the ducts and make your face blow up so that you look like a bizarre hybrid of human and chipmunk? Now you do.

At least, that’s what the primary care nurse practitioner and I think it is.

Well, that is another possibility but otolaryngology (ear, nose, and through, or ENT) is not one of the specialties I’m well-aquainted with, so tomorrow it’s off to the otolaryngologist I go. In the meantime, we’re trying to avert an infection and I’m left with the usual antibiotic side effects that have me thinking of a new slogan for the one I’m taking, “Augmentin: When Every Sneeze Is a Gamble.”

Here’s the food drive donation box at my primary care doctor’s office:

I feel lucky and grateful that I managed to time my call to this ENT’s office right after someone canceled an appointment because this practice is right up the block from me, a 10-minute walk. Otherwise, I’d have to hunt around to find an ENT because this one doesn’t have any other openings until December.

The home treatment for this condition is drinking tons of water—gotta keep that spit watery!—massage, warm compresses, and sucking on citrusy or tart candies. One physician I saw on YouTube last night recommended Starbursts, though he is in the UK and refers to them as Opal Fruits and refuses to call them Starbursts. So that’s today’s candy. Starbursts, I mean. “Opal Fruits” sounds like a fancy name for a kiwi fruit to me, and I am not a fan of kiwi fruit. So Starbursts.

Birthday Tarot: Clashing Swords

Finally had a chance to sit down and do my birthday tarot reading today, and it’s a doozy. Out of a possible 13 cards, seven of them are Swords. Best part is, before I did the spread, I put all of the cards on the table in a heap and swirled them around with both hands to mix them up. I was originally going to use the Tarot of the Owls, as it’s quite a darling deck, but Crows have been on my mind a lot lately, so I decided to use the Crow Tarot. A few Crows have been coming to the tree outside my window and cawing if they don’t see me in the living room. If they do see me, they land right on the window ledge or on the balcony railing and peer in at me like the Mockingbirds do in the spring and summer, as though to say “I understand there are peanuts available here?” There’s also a Downy Woodpecker couple on the grounds and every time one of them pecks one of the trees, the staccato bursts set the Crows off.

Here’s the spread (click to embiggen):

Sorry if it looks a little washed out. I did this after the sun set, not realizing how shiny the cards were and how much glare there would be from my overhead lights. They’re a little more vibrant than the picture would suggest, but overall the colors are very warm, almost like they have a slight sepia cast. They would have faded into my dining table, so I used an old green towel. Probably should have used white. My bad!

Me: Ace of Swords. Dynamic raw energy, power that breaks through barriers, a wealth of new ideas, a gift for problem-solving, and an overall quick-mindedness. This card is tremendously positive and overrules negative Minor Arcana cards around it much like the Sun card overrules any negative Major Arcana cards around it—and thank goodness for that, as you’ll see in a moment.

My take: Well, okay. If you say so. Unlike many women, I do not hide my intelligence. It’s not something to boast about, but it’s not something to hide, the way patriarchy brainwashes us to. It just is. If anything, sometimes my quick-mindedness gets me into trouble, as I have a tendency to see patterns emerging before those around me do and when I try to head problems off at the pass, it gets me branded as an iconoclast on a good day, a trouble-maker on a bad. But ya know, I’m almost never wrong about stuff like that, and usually I end up having to bite my tongue to keep from saying “I told you so.” It is what it is.

1. The previous year in summary: Five of Swords. Problems with other people, especially managers, and being victimized in a system stacked against you and used by someone to harm you. This card generally means you’ve lost the battle, but that you can emerge from it with self-respect and may yet win the war. Basically, its message is that you’ve been through it, and it’s up to you if you want to stick around and rebuild or walk away to undertake a new adventure.

My take: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! (deep breath) HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! If you know, you know. Suffice to say I have never been so glad to see someone’s office vacated in my LIFE. I generally strive to rise above pettiness at work, but the Friday before this person’s replacement came in, I went over to the empty office, removed the outgoing person’s name from the nameplate in front of the door, ripped it to shreds, and tossed it into the kitchen garbage. That felt GREAT.

2. What you have learned from the past year: Ten of Swords, reversed. I call this the Yeah, He Dead card, because there is a certain unmistakable finality to being stabbed in the back with ten swords. On the flipside, the bad situation is now over, and you can let go of it. Try not to let past betrayals and mistrust keep you from living life.

My take: Ya think? Again, if you know, you know. I did learn that someone I expected to be objective lacked the courage to be. This person should have played the long game but didn’t, and now looks oblivious as all the bad behaviors of the person who left have come to light not through me, but through other people. Like, “Yeah, that person was always a problem. We thought you knew.” Once again, I find myself thinking, “I told you so.”

3. What you aspire to in the next 12 months: Five of Wands, reversed. This card signifies deception and misinformation, usually as presented to you, so it’s about learning who to trust, to verify what you hear, and to consider the source of what you’ve been told. It can be about avoiding conflict even if doing so harms you, because sometimes conflict leads to something positive or productive. When in doubt, keep your own counsel.

My take: I don’t know that I aspire to that as much as it’s a process I’ve had to integrate into various aspects of my life.

4. What empowers you in reaching your aspirations: Three of Cups, reversed. Upright, this card is about friendship and good times. Reversed it can suggest either betrayal or changes among your friends that make you uncomfortable, or feeling disconnected from those you love and that you should make an effort to spend quality time with them.

My take: I see this as a continuance of the card before it. In that light, it’s a message to be selective in who I “let in” and keep company with. Also, I do need to spend more time with the people I care about, always a challenge for an introvert with eleventy billion one-person hobbies and interests (reading, writing, bird-watching, coloring, working out, binge-watching, casual gaming, and staring out windows daydreaming).

5. What may stand in the way of reaching your aspirations: Two of Pentacles. Twos are always about decisions, and Pentacles are about your abundance and material comforts. It can mean a need to balance daily responsibilities with your goals and aspirations, and finding a way to balance between work and personal life.

My take: I can see that. My birthday gift to myself was to stop working on my days off. I’m not supposed to be doing that for my heart’s sake, anyway. My cardiologist (and primary care physician, and various and sundry other clinicians) have all told me to keep my work hours reasonable and remember that what I do, I can do for anyone, from anywhere, at any time. Which is true. I suppose I could file stories from Tahiti.

6. Your relationships and emotions in the coming year: Eight of Swords, reversed. This card always brings to mind the saying “don’t be your own worst enemy.” It represents a feeling of being trapped, but the way out is easier than it seems. In the Rider-Waite-Smith deck, this card has a woman who is blind-folded but only loosely bound. All she needs to do is use some strength and she can break some bindings, remove her blindfold, and walk away, because the swords do not fully surround her. In this deck, the Crow also cannot see, and she’s tangled in a ribbon that is pinned to the ground by one of the swords. But if she just lifts her head, the ribbon will fall away from her eyes and she’ll be able to figure out how to untangle herself. Then all she needs to do is lift off and fly away.

My take: Yeah, I know. Things are only as hard as I make them, and that includes getting out of stifling situations and managing my emotions when it comes to other people. I need to get back to my lessons in Stoicism and Buddhism, which converge on the notion that attachment is the root of suffering.

7. Your career outlook and finances: Page of Wands, reversed. A project that is stuck and can’t get off the ground. You might have lost interest in it, or it no longer seems worth the effort of seeing it through.

My take: I see this as knowing when to stop throwing good money or effort after bad. Sometimes it’s best to cut your losses and move on. That would ultimately mean taking the lesson of the previous card and detaching myself from what I feel is hemming me in.

8. Your health and well-being: Queen of Swords, reversed. Beware of people who don’t realize how unreasonable their demands are, and watch out for a manipulative, cunning woman who behaves like a tyrant. Avoid stress brought on by such people.

My take: Here’s where it gets freaky, because last year I had this card in the same place, but in the upright position. It was all about drawing boundaries and using intellect to solve problems. But I VERY STUPIDLY never learn, do I?

9. Your spiritual energy and inner fulfilment: Two of Swords. More decisions, only this time it could mean “crossing swords” with someone else and standing your ground. Only you know whether it’s worth the fight. Also, if you’re feeling stuck, think about where the fear of change is coming from.

My take: Oh, lawd, I’m battle-weary. I don’t want to have to decide whether standing my ground is worth the fight. I want people to stop testing me and presenting me with conflict in the first place.

10. What you need to focus on in the year ahead: Ten of Cups, reversed. Take time to create harmonious relationships with those around you, and make an effort to spend quality time with those you love. That is part of your emotional and social abundance and will be both enjoyable and worth the effort.

My take: Freakiness, Round Two, because I had this card in the same position last year, but upright. As far as it being reversed this year, I concur. Good people are always both a joy to be around and worth the effort of seeing.

11. What will be your most important lesson in the coming year: Seven of Swords. Someone may be trying to deceive you or get away with doing something unethical, like this Crow absconding with three of the swords. Trust your gut. You may have to use your remaining resources to outwit them and beat them at their own game.

My take: Gee, are we seeing a pattern here? Adversaries, rivals, and sketchy people all around. So how am I supposed to try to find a way to not let mistrust of people get in the way of enjoying life?

12. Overall, where you are headed in the next 12 months: Seven of Cups. Choices, choices, choices. Evaluate the pros and cons of each, and go with what is practical and doable. Don’t rush to a decision, and base your choice on what’s realistic. However, if you’re starting something new, the possibilities are endless, so in that sense, anything is possible and it’s okay to look to the clouds and dream a bit.

My take: I get this card a lot. I won’t say it’s stalking me, but I get it in a quarter to a third of my readings, regardless of the deck I use. Sometimes I react to it like, “Well, what is life if not a series of choices we make? Even if we choose not to choose, that is still a choice that will affect us.” But being that this reading was so very heavy not only on Swords, but on Swords that have to do with assessing other people, I wonder if I will have to use my head to choose between individuals or groups of people, or if other people will be a deciding factor in my choices. I can’t imagine who, as my friends are all fine and not in conflict with one another. I can spend time with different people and groups and it’s not really choosing one over the other. They’re not mutually exclusive.

I don’t date, so it’s not like I’ll be confronted with having to choose between men.

Headhunters do reach out to me fairly often, but I’ve always chosen my own interests and financial needs over wasting anyone’s time, and I’m at a point in my career where “it’s the people” no longer applies. Although I would never work for an organization whose mission I didn’t support, I’m 58, so it’s about filthy lucre and maximizing my retirement at this point. So many recruiters come to me with positions that have lower salaries “but the people are great.” Yeah. No. Greenbacks or go home.

Final thoughts: I can’t say I was thrilled with this reading. Overall it seems really negative to me, with too much caution and mention of conflict. However, one thing really struck me, aside from the disproportionate number of Sword cards: There was not one card from the Major Arcana. So all of this denotes minor events, temporary situations, and people who either come and go or are not close to me. There were only two Court cards, as well, so for all the talk of making decisions and watching out for shady individuals, I don’t see where those decisions will have to be about anyone of great significance in my life. This all may be telling me to pay attention to subtleties when dealing with people just to make my own life a smidge simpler or easier.

Considering this past trip around the sun started with a heart attack, which was followed by a need to set boundaries and protect myself, which was followed by the biggest pile of steaming bullshit I’ve ever encountered in my entire 36-year career, maybe a year with no major events is a good thing.

And now for today’s candy, Milk Duds. Because really? Not ONE card from the Major Arcana?