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Yogamum tagged me with a… well, it’s supposed to be a “bloggin’ blessin’” — but I can’t call it that, and even need to put it in quotes. We will call it a blogging blessing.

Here’s the deal:

… it’s a game of tag with a difference, rather than looking inwardly, we look outside ourselves and bless, praise and pray for three blog friends. By participating in this endeavour we not only make the recipient of the blessing feel valued and appreciated, but we are having some fun too. We’re going to see how far the bloggin’ blessings can travel around the world and how many people can be blessed! Recipients of a bloggin’ blessing may upload the above image to their sidebar if they choose to. If you receive a bloggin’ blessin’ please leave a comment on this site (text link on the right column menu) so that we can rejoice in just how many blessings have been sent around the world!

I think of Yogamum in return (though I won’t tag her back, because then I just seem like I can’t understand the premise of the game…) and also of (0v0) and Tova. And hey! In my gratitude for their presence and friendship, it also occurs to me that I’ve put together a little triumvirate of yoga gals who would be fun to invite on a pilgrimage to visit Annie P in Crestone. Perhaps next September or so? Just a thought, chickies. How fun would that be? I know I’m planning waaaaaay ahead!

Speaking of Tova, yesterday this blog’s keyword search list included: “Tova” & “earth.” Wow, Tova. Your status as Earth Mother is, apparently, legendary. Nice work.

And speaking of earth motherliness: my KitchenAid stand mixer and pasta attachment arrived yesterday. I know, it’s hard to believe, right? That a non-cook like myself would want such a thing? Well, here’s just how limited I am: I want it because I like pasta and I’m too lazy to mix the dough by hand and roll it with a rolling pin and cut it with a knife. If there was a drying attachment, I’d have purchased one of those, as well.

So I have no desire to mix cakes or cookies or anything like that, but I’m gonna be a pasta-making fool. And perhaps some bread and pizza dough.

Before I start mixing up the pasta, though, I am scheduled to go to the Honda dealer to deal with some maintenance on My Gift’s car. The driver side mirror was broken under mysterious circumstances when her roommate borrowed the car. Interestingly, once the mirror fell out, a small wasp’s nest was revealed inside the casing on the car door. I’ve never seen such a thing. We did have a huge bee’s nest inside the wall of an apartment we lived in once. It was here in AZ, and I always had half a dozen to a dozen bees at a time, struggling to get out through the sliding glass door. I couldn’t figure out how they were getting in.

Cut to one day when I was dusting by the corner where the TV stood. I heard a buzzing noise that I thought was a weird electrical noise from the TV. Uh, no — upon further inspection, it was clear that the noise was coming from inside the wall. Sure enough, a day later, there was an enormous swarm of bees out on the patio (thank goodness, not in the house). Exterminators were (reluctantly) called. They put something in the nest and for weeks afterwards the patio was covered with a huge pool of very thick honey. I had to boil pots of water to remove the puddle a few times a day, otherwise lizards got stuck in it. Even a poor bird got stuck one night. So it was lizard and bird rescue for a while there. That’s what I’m accustomed to using my kitchen for: washing honey off lizards and birds.

Okay. Today’s the weekly day off. Gotta get a move on…