Today's picture is of 'Christmas morning in the Smokies' from Tim Hamilton's webpages - he's from Portsmouth, Ohio, USA, which I always find quite exciting. He's also an assistant Professor of Physics, would you believe, and his website has some great space pictures on it.
Wouldn't it be weird if all the people in Portsmouth, Ohio had the same names as all the people in our Portsmouth, and we were all living out parallel lives? Imagine if Portsmouth, Ohio were like a parallel universe, where each one of those people were living our alternate paths: I would be married to 7 different men with 34 children, Miss Sally would be the classiest showgirl in the city, living in sin with the gangster mayor, and the Chief would be a pikey known as The Chav. Who would you be?With all the Christmas excitement, the blog has rather slipped from the radar here at The Heights.
I promise this will not continue, and that the usual Daily service will now be resumed, although I am currently trying to work out how I will blog every day when I'm in Cornwall over New Year (we can't even get a mobile signal where I'm staying and I think the village has a definite shortage of internet cafe's!). I think I may have to phone them in at the phone box to my mum and she will have to take my blog posts down each day like dictation and then transfer them to the blog. This is a bit of a pain in the Rudolph (my new festive slang du jour), but on the other hand, it makes me think of the 1920's reporters phoning in their scoops, so maybe it's not so bad. I'll buy myself one of those reporter's raincoats and talk in 20's slang and I'll be fine.
It's only a few days away, but Christmas has certainly arrived early this year. I have already done more than my fair share of Christmas spirits, literally, which is one of the reasons why the blog has not been done this week.......!! I haven't yet been kissed under the mistletoe, but there's plenty of time and if I have to, I will accost strangers.
As things here at the Heights have been a little crazy over this week, I've been trying to spend some time thinking about the true spirit of Christmas (and not the stuff I've been imbibing in ridiculous amounts). This has been very easy today with the help of the Christmas Genius Extraordinaire, Sally Jones, who, with the Eighties Genius Extraordinaire, Lou, have turned a normal working day into a Christmas Extravaganza! The Ministry of Culture is amok with decorations, mulled wine, Christmas songs and fabulous food and everyone is in exceptional good cheer.
I'm reliably informed by Google Stars that my emotional craziness this week is entirely due to the role of Uranus (get the jokes over with now), which was quite a revelation. It did make sense to me to find out that Uranus is the planet of independence, liberation and enlightenment. Astrology on the Web reveal that it brings unexpected changes, and rules freedom and originality. In society, it rules radical ideas and people, as well as revolutionary events that upset established structures. Uranus among all planets most governs genius, which goes some way to explain why I have been so struck with its effects!
Apparently, we have just undergone a transition from Mars to Uranus, and this can influence us in some funny ways. According to CafeAstrology:
"Whichever part of our lives and of our psyches that Uranus touches, especially by hard transit, is an area where we begin to feel restless and dissatisfied with any routine or "status quo" connected to it...the energies of Uranus are electric and crammed with change...Uranus acts to awaken and to make us aware of our feelings of being restricted and constricted.
Uranus surprises, jolts, and stimulates. On the up side, Uranus is associated with enlightenment, progressiveness, objectivity, novelty, and ingenuity. Negative expression of Uranus is rebelliousness without a cause and irresponsibility.
Have you been feeling the influence of Uranus?
Today's Beautiful Things
1. Singing in the office with Miss Sally and the fabulous Lou
2. Mulled wine and pesto dip - no, silly, not together!
3. Ignoring the fact that I know I'm coming down with something buggishly inconvenient