If you read my string of notes for straight-up tulsi, every last one is related to a rock-bottom, scraping-the-dregs-of-the-barrel physical or emotional trauma. Today is no exception. Daylight savings jet lag catching up with me; an unpleasant four-year-old tornado-related insurance headache catching up with us; it’s time to call in the big guns. I am grateful to have discovered a natural medicinal that won’t chase all the big uglies away, but helps to hold them at bay for a while so I can catch my breath.
Truthfully, I’m not sure what brand this is—it’s from the bulk bin at our indie grocery. (I’m not sure that San Francisco Herb Co. is their preferred supplier now.) But it’s lemony, clovey, warm and light.
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DST and insurance… sounds like you’re going to need more tulsi. Ugghh.
In other news, our central heating unit caught on fire (well, sparks and stink) last night. Sympathy and “there, there’s” welcome.
OMG. Good luck.
Oh noooo. Sometimes “when it rains, it pours” is more like monsoon season. ☕️ there, there…
Well that stinks. Virtual arm around shoulder and a prayer for strength.
Thanks for prayers and kind words—prayers are powerful; the words are comforting. Needed both! As of quittin’ time yesterday, both crises are under control. (Deep cleansing breath.)
PTL! Our recent furnace fire was a locked up blower motor. Nothing $275 couldn’t fix. I’m OK with it. If we hadn’t been home when the house filled with smoke….
This was a relay … motor replaced on New Year’s Eve … we’ll soon have a new unit, one part at a time.
Oy! Prayers, virtual hugs, and “this too shall pass.”
DST and insurance… sounds like you’re going to need more tulsi. Ugghh.
In other news, our central heating unit caught on fire (well, sparks and stink) last night. Sympathy and “there, there’s” welcome.
OMG. Good luck.
Oh noooo. Sometimes “when it rains, it pours” is more like monsoon season. ☕️ there, there…
Well that stinks. Virtual arm around shoulder and a prayer for strength.
Thanks for prayers and kind words—prayers are powerful; the words are comforting. Needed both! As of quittin’ time yesterday, both crises are under control. (Deep cleansing breath.)
PTL! Our recent furnace fire was a locked up blower motor. Nothing $275 couldn’t fix. I’m OK with it. If we hadn’t been home when the house filled with smoke….
This was a relay … motor replaced on New Year’s Eve … we’ll soon have a new unit, one part at a time.
Oy! Prayers, virtual hugs, and “this too shall pass.”