The granddaughters and J. went to Pampanga to visit Ivy's grave. I was home alone and able to do a lot of work on the ground floor: disposed of an old computer table and moved my elder son Nelson's old study table in its place, did some cleaning, and moved a hanging file on wheels and a stack of papers to the writing room.

This morning Mongkut and Channarong indicated to me that the banishing candles I've been lighting on my writing desk should actually be lit on the floor of the small loggia, outside.

Z. arrived in the evening to deliver the shekere covered with pink and silver beads, denoting the warrior goddess. It is my tenth shekere and I value them. 

I cannot help but consider the small disasters that have been occurring, though. Yesterday the clear-glass, feng shui diamond fell and broke in two pieces while I was switching lamps; when I picked up the pieces a sharp edge cut through my finger and I bled a lot. Today, while Renel and I were moving the study table into my bedroom, the statuette of O. and two fancy pendants fell and broke on the floor. The message seems to be for me to dispose of unused and broken items.

This evening Jaymark also sent me a Messenger message saying that he would come and pick up his clothes--their shanty is scheduled to be demolished and his family is moving to a faraway place. I am taking this as a sign that the boy-spirit in Mongkut has moved on, and will soon be replaced by another. (My, that was fast, like three months!)

In the meantime more Russians are signing up to my account.