to he who must remain nameless. And many happy returns.

We took him to the vet this morning and he's gone. He was a very good boy, and he made it for a good six months past what the oncologist said he would. Goodbye Bear.

This morning I blóted Loki, Sigyn, Hel, Narfi, Nari/Vali Lokasónr, Hǫðr, and the forgotten gods and goddesses in the backyard with the last of the Riesling.

I blóted Sjǫfn, Lofn, Gefjon, Fulla/Volla, and Sighærta/Sinhtgunt in the backyard with more of the Riesling.

After we returned from the vet's, I blóted Ár/Eir, Bragi, Saga, Snotra, Mímir, Holda/Perht, and the norns in the backyard. Two hummingbirds were dodging around the neighbor's ornamental cherry tree, squealing at each other, and a bluejay flashed aquamarine in the great oak tree two gardens over.

On another beautiful blue morning, I blóted Iðunn, Eostre, Mæginde, Auschlinde, and Seaxnót in the back yard with the first of a bright blue bottle of German Riesling. (Yes, two of those are UPI.)

At noontime, I blóted Erce (Jǫrð, Eorþe), Nerthus/Hreþe just in case Tacitus and/or Bede was right, Fjǫrgyn, Ægir, Rán, their nine daughters, and Nehalennia in the sunny backyard with the rest of that bottle of Italian red - watering the lawn hasn't worked, still no rain.

I blóted Wulþor/Ullr, Skaði, Rind, and Háma/Heimdallr in the back yard on a chilly, cloudy morning.

At noon, I blóted Tíw, Fosite, Hlín, Syn, Vár, Þorgerðr Hǫlgabrúðr, and Irpa in the yard with more red wine. Then I started a sprinkler going - no rain in a long time.

Since it was the last quarter moon this morning, I blóted Mona, Sunne, Bil, Hjúki, Dæg, Niht, Vǫr, Gná, and Hermóðr with red wine in the garden.