cards: mystic mondays

It’s not only Monday, it’s Mystic Monday or time to draw a tarot card.     

I seem to draw five of pentacles repeatedly.     

I feel like I’m being frugal or living beneath my means these past few years because Patrick will point out that I’ve a very ample savings account that he probably thinks I should invest. But I want that safety net for an emergency or for retirement later. And now this card is making sense to me after realizing that I almost ran away from a very secure job during my midlife crisis. In fact I think about getting a second librarian job to splurge on travel, but I love my downtime for clay and other hobbies. There is no way that my mud hobby could even be a side hustle because I’m no production potter. I’m always pleased when I sell any pottery and then have room to make more or pay for a bag of porcelain clay. My happiness is the realization that I make enough money from the day job to not only pay the mortgage, utilities, and groceries, but also for these hobbies. I would however love to do more car camping.                                

 

I was browsing the outdoor department at Walmart with Helen. This portable grill will more than likely replace my bigger Weber grill when it dies because it's as close as I can find to the hibachi grills I grew up with. And I had always marveled at the Dutch oven where you can put coals on top to heat both above and below a simmering pot like an oven because it's how cowboys baked corn bread. And Walmart didn't have the Ooni, but it did have this Cuisinart which is even more versatile. Perhaps when my grill dies, we can build a rolling cart to contain both this 3-in-1 pizza oven, griddle and grill and its propane tank.

I know I recently got a bonus at work for not staying home during Covid, but half that went to the beach cottage rental, which I want to do again in the winter, but with the husband. This was the bouquet I brought home last month of my favorite blooms, kind of peachy and kind of pink dahlias. 

But it was an even more bountiful vegetable and flower harvest that Patrick brought home yesterday

The bouquet to the bottom right is glorious and my favorite in the home.

Ironically, I've become aware that wealth is not the stuff that surrounds you in a home, which I think is what most immigrants and people with less means comes to equate as status, but the absence of objects. At least it's that way for me. I like a room in which to sit and breathe and not be bothered by clutter or feel cramped by stuff.