Lammas Observations

Kage Baker advocated pizza as the meal of choice for Lammas: which today, August 1st, is generally accepted to be. Happy and profitable Lammas to all of you!

Pizza was the closest Kage could come up with for a sun-wheel image, and it also fulfills most of the qualifications for a Loaf-Mass meal. I mean, you can screw around with the sauce and the toppings, but if you leave off that bread dough crust, you don’t have pizza – all you have is a feral stew.

She also liked a good copper beer to celebrate, though my perennial suggestion of whiskey chasers was well-received as well. Grain, that was the main emphasis. One of the many, many things Lammas celebrates is grain – the harvest thereof, and the promise of eating something through the winter and getting a new crop in the ground come spring.

It’s a hopeful holiday, Lammas. Bonfires are always fun, and staying up late with food and drink in the summer night – dancing, running, praising the good gods that give us so much to enjoy in this little world. Sometimes a few early Perseids will show up, though the majority of that glorious meteor shower won’t arrive for another fortnight.

The first sliver of a new moon will be visible tonight, a slender brooch of pearl above the sunset. In hot weather like this, one can often see the old moon in the new moon’s arms, as well – the phantom maria stretched like a figured veil between the horns of the new crescent, revealed before their proper time by the reflection of sleeping sunlight. Kage loved that phase of the moon best of all.

Elsewhere …  well, it’s an especially rotten Monday for me. Frankly, Dear Readers, I am depressed. Discouraged. I’d crawl under the bed, except I have a captain’s bed with no underneath available for hiding …  My car battery is dead, and the resuscitation process has revealed that my alternator is on its way out, as well. My limbs are inflating in the heat; my feet are rising like cheap frozen bread dough and are both uncomfortable and repulsive. I can’t get any rings on or off because my fingers have metamorphosed into kielbasa.

The news from the world in general simply sucks: more ugliness and hate spreading out from the mass murders in Norway. The US Congress has lost its aggregate mind up its aggregate rectum. Africa is drowning in so much blood no one even bothers to report it anymore. China, not sated with its fake Apple stores, is now opening fake Ikea stores as well. What does it say about the once-Celestial Empire that they view copying mass-produced Scandinavian furniture as a cultural advance? The mandate of heaven now comes ready to assemble …

Grain. The cycle of life, the Green God always rising and falling for our salvation, your basic, beloved vegetative deity leaping up with open arms to welcome us to joy and fulfillment! That is Lammas!

John Barlecorn is king of all the fields, and is standing tall and golden in his kingdom today. He is ready to give his life, as always, to the thirst and hunger of the world. And the world looks at his holiday gift and sniffs, “I’m gluten-intolerant, you know.”

About Kate

I am Kage Baker's sister. Kage was/is a well-known science fiction writer, who died on January 31, 2010. She told me to keep her work going - I'm doing that. This blog will document the process.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

8 Responses to Lammas Observations

  1. MaggiRos says:

    Good Lughnasa to you as well. Would a cool bath deflate those sausage fingers at all? Or even just a quick plunge of the hands into a bowl of ice water? Poor thing, poor thing, I hate that feeling!

  2. Kate says:

    Maggie – oh, well, it’s one of the costs of not dying, innit? You get old. And getting old, as we all discover, is no work for the weak!
    Yeah, a cool shower will work wonders in a bit. Most of the swelling is, alas, due to yet another nasty trick my damned heart is playing on my metabolism – but I can deal with it. I just complain a lot while I’m doing it. I am in a mood to just slap most of the worlds uplongside the haid, you know?

  3. Margaret says:

    I’m sorry you’re feeling crummy. Would having a cool something in a glass, courtesy of John Barleycorn, and sitting down with your feet up while you drink it help any?

  4. Kate says:

    Mostly, the world just has me discouraged. Super Monday Syndrome! All will improve – especially with my feet up and an iced coffee to hand. The glories of fermented barley, alas, are temporarily denied me. Stupid meds …. *grumble, grumble*

  5. Tom says:

    And even yet you minister to your con-gregation of the gregarious. Good of ye; good on ye; an’ tomorrow will be gooder.
    We closed IKEA both Friday night and Saturday night. The Middle Kingdom can have it, now, for all I care.

  6. About all I can do is sit here and nod in sympathy–we have such similar ailments. I could probably wear a bracelet for a ring and get some herring boxes for soxes.
    At least you are still allowed the coffee. In a defiant act of self-sabotage I drink it anyway.

  7. Kate says:

    No one has forbidden me coffee yet, and unless they do, I am drinking it. Caffeine fights Alzheimers, or so the current research indicates!

  8. Widdershins says:

    I’ve always thought of the cross-quarter days as points of balance between one season and the next. They could go either way, which will then influence the Solstice or Equinox following. Uncertain times but with the promise of a resolution just over the horizon.

Leave a Reply