I had some bad karma on the weekend.

I guess you get that sometimes, to balance out the good.

There was heavy rain. The leaves from the neighbour's tree blocked our downpipe drain, which then flooded our downstairs bedroom, which then saw me swear a lot.

It's still drying.

Then after that little discovery, we went to go visit some friends. The car battery was dead.

Then after I'd fixed that and we were ready to go again, D-girl was running to the car and she slipped over and her head broke her fall on the concrete. She had this massive lump in the middle of her forehead. She sort of looked like the elephant man. The lump has gone down, but two black eyes have now appeared.

These things do tend to come in threes.

But it's pretty minor in the wider sense of the personal karmic spectrum.
No one died.

Speaking of which.

A few of us from work went out of town yesterday to be there for our friend when she said goodbye to her mother.

It was a great funeral.

Lots of musical performances and first generation hippies. And a smell of weed in the air.

More a celebration of life, than death.

I kept recognizing people I'd never seen before.

And I even think I saw a few auras.

Or maybe that was thanks to the smell of weed in the air.