The LionJuly 23 to August 22
Generous and warmhearted
Creative and enthusiastic
Broad-minded and expansive
Faithful and loving
On the dark side....
Pompous and patronizing
Bossy and interfering
Dogmatic and intolerant
August seems to be one of those months of significance in my life.
I am sure the doubters & the realists & the scientists would scoff, or find perfectly reasonable statistics to indicate it is not really any different to any other month.
I would love to know if anyone else has a month or time period which they feel is significant, in a recurrent way, in their life?
My father, & one of his brothers, and their mother, my Grandmother, were all born in August. In the Zodiac sign of Leo. I married Gom, another Leo.
A loved Niece is a Leo. A cousin is a Leo. Another cousin's husband, again Leo, & one's son & grandson, Leos.
I have a high proportion of friends who are Leo people, with August birthdays.
And Leo, our lovable rascal of a dog was born on 21st August- mustn't forget him!
My Maternal Grandmother was born on August 31st, technically not a Leo.
My mother passed away on this day, exactly 10 years ago today. I may post a story I once wrote about her death, & how I felt, but not today. It is still too raw, even after 10 years. I am sure she managed to hang on until GOM's birthday had passed. She could no longer talk, but she seemed anxious to check the time, & date.
My mother's brother died in August. Also my father, & was buried on what would have been his 73rd birthday. The list goes on, with numerous people I wont list individually.
We usually had our overseas holidays in August, as it seemed a quiet time in the Hotel trade, & most convenient. Usually round about the time of GOM's birthday. And school holidays, when our children were young.
We had rain yesterday, but nothing major, just enough to perk up the lawns & the plants. I could smell the Daphne very strongly in the evening, when the rain had stopped.
It looks a little misty out there today, but the sun is out, so the washing may dry. It spent the night hanging dripping, still on the line! We are lucky we dont live in an area where clothes get nicked off the lines!
When Best Friend J & I lived in the Southern City, our knickers were interfered with on our clothes line. We discovered to our horror, that someone had chewed them, & left tobacco stained saliva all over them! We were just so shocked, & it really gave us the creeps. We had our suspicions about who had done it, & complained bitterly, but it was vehemently denied. So we were left feeling worse, because if it hadnt been done as a 'joke' it meant some true freak had done it! We never found out, either way!
And no, I dont think it was in August! Haha.
Another thing to ponder: Why does only half the post abide by the paragraphs I have typed?
Ray Charles & Dianna Krall, You Dont Know Me.