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Some characteristics that the women (and some of the men) of my mother's family have been known to share:
The ability to find four-leaf clovers whenever they feel like it. (also sometimes five- six- and seven- leaf clovers.)
The *in*ablity to keep an electric-powered wristwatch working for more than a few months.
A fascination with fairies, elves, trolls, or other little people.
A tendency to pick something and hoard it.
The ability to put out streetlights by passing by them.
Also that grandmother saw a UFO once (like, close-enough-to-see-the-whites-of-their-eyes saw) and her father disappeared when she was a baby, leaving only a cryptic note about being chased by government agents. And her only full brother was in on the ground floor of the space program (like well-before-NASA-right-after-Roswell ground floor.)
Mind you, it is perfectly easy to explain away all of these things, starting with the fact that tales grow in the telling, but sometimes one wonders.
This post brought to you by the three separate streetlights that went out while I was under them tonight. Clearly my qi is out of balance or something, which would also explain why I've been feeling nonspecifically miserably sick the last couple days.
(Also my other grandfather, on Dad's side, was a medium. He and his friends used to hold seances and he would always be the one to tap the table and channel because it always worked for him, only he swore it off for life after he correcty predicted that one of the friend's husband's ship would go down in the Pacific theatre, and decided it was too dangerous to mess about with. He also used to cure warts - he'd buy them off the local kids for a couple cents each and it worked every time.)
Anyway, I missed cat pictures yesterday (due to being dead) but here's today's set
Little cats, big world. (No, Mommy, we're not going to fall off!)
But if there is no ceiling, how can there be a Ceiling Cat?
The ability to find four-leaf clovers whenever they feel like it. (also sometimes five- six- and seven- leaf clovers.)
The *in*ablity to keep an electric-powered wristwatch working for more than a few months.
A fascination with fairies, elves, trolls, or other little people.
A tendency to pick something and hoard it.
The ability to put out streetlights by passing by them.
Also that grandmother saw a UFO once (like, close-enough-to-see-the-whites-of-their-eyes saw) and her father disappeared when she was a baby, leaving only a cryptic note about being chased by government agents. And her only full brother was in on the ground floor of the space program (like well-before-NASA-right-after-Roswell ground floor.)
Mind you, it is perfectly easy to explain away all of these things, starting with the fact that tales grow in the telling, but sometimes one wonders.
This post brought to you by the three separate streetlights that went out while I was under them tonight. Clearly my qi is out of balance or something, which would also explain why I've been feeling nonspecifically miserably sick the last couple days.
(Also my other grandfather, on Dad's side, was a medium. He and his friends used to hold seances and he would always be the one to tap the table and channel because it always worked for him, only he swore it off for life after he correcty predicted that one of the friend's husband's ship would go down in the Pacific theatre, and decided it was too dangerous to mess about with. He also used to cure warts - he'd buy them off the local kids for a couple cents each and it worked every time.)
Anyway, I missed cat pictures yesterday (due to being dead) but here's today's set
Little cats, big world. (No, Mommy, we're not going to fall off!)
But if there is no ceiling, how can there be a Ceiling Cat?
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(Ceiling Cat sees all.)
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