Just a quick note to anyone who might be worried – I’m alive and kicking (cooking?). It’s just that first I was ill and then my computer was, it needed some serious repairs, poor dear. And poor me, that much poorer after having paid for them.
Last night was the one especially suitable for certain divinations, namely those dealing with the romantic angle of our futures. There are numerous customs around here related to the night between 29th and 30th November, mostly dealing with wax, water and suchlike, but quite frankly I’ve never bothered. Knowing the future was never really my desire, since I try to live hoping for the best and preparing for the worst, and perception of both can be seriously biased by any attempt to discern the future.
As to the identity of a future husband, which by custom is supposed to be revealed, I don’t really see myself married to anyone, and if it’s illicit, scandalously free love we’re talking about, then instead of trying to guess my next partner’s name I went to see the guy I’d like to be him Which is my advice for today – don’t go messing around with magic when perfectly mundane means will do. Whether it’s cleaning or love.
And yes, I will be back to cooking, just as soon as I manage to get off my lazy butt. In the meantime, customary blessings.