Friday, June 15, 2018

Couple of quick updates.

Juneteenth, almost https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juneteenth

I am sitting in my quiet Mom Cave (living-room), for probably the last time till Tuesday afternoon, because my partner A is coming to visit for the weekend-- which is awesome! But y'all know me, introverted quiet-time one. It's all good. She honors my need for silence when I ask.
Coffee, also... YUM... all the coffeeeeee................

My poor boy... he'd gotten a job at McDonald's, and he was not all that happy there; I mean, it is McDonald's after all, but he was making money and doing the very best he could. And he wasn't good enough for the one manager he mostly worked under, and he got the word that he was fired yesterday. Through a third party text. How freaking lousy is that.
So I have to say, I am really proud of him for putting his all into a menial piece of shite job, working with lousy a-holes, and being the better man for not blasting that manager out the wahoo, which he really oughtta. His firing reason was a clear bunch of guano.
I hope he gets back up on the horse soon, after a weekend of grieving. I feel so bad for him. Learning the ways of adulthood and the working world is SO hard.

A and I are going to be celebrating our 1-year anniversary as partners. We're exchanging kitty-cat rings and having a little ceremony.

I had an absolutely epic date with my partner D yesterday, as I won't be going to their house for the weekend.

Today it's overcast and not even 60*F, and Monday it is supposed to be ninety-seven freaking degrees. I shall wilt. I think I shall have the boy and A help me put in the kitchen AC over the weekend!

Oh, and next weekend... Midsummer at Asphodel, then Sunday is the Punkcake Alterno-Art Pop-Up and Flea at Ralph's... the first one for the summer! I am so there. I reconnected with Friend Scott M from college (1980, whoa), who lives in Lynn, MA, and he's hopefully coming to hang with me, along with Friend Jo from my first band Distortion, and maybe a couple other old punkers 💓💗

I'm so glad I am who I am. I'm so grateful I grew up when I did. My life is so awesome. Punk rock STILL rules. And oh, by the way, Punk Rock TreeHouse is working on our 4th song. Almost 1/3 of the way to an album!

Friday, June 8, 2018

So now it's June... and some news.

1) My partner and I have a band, though it's a studio band only, being's there's just the two of us. But we are slowly working towards an album. Thus far, we have three songs. I'm practicing the drum part for the next one.

The band is called Punk Rock TreeHouse.
The album will be entitled Mischief.
The songs are on Instant Dogma productions, and here are links to listen to them, yes, for FREE, go 'head, you know you wanna:

This is the first song, called Manifesto: instantdogma.net/TH/Manifesto.mp3
This is the 2nd one, called The Man: http://instantdogma.net/TH/The_Man.mp3
And here is a video, even! For number three, called Division: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCb3ay8TPSU

There! Can't beat free awesome music. Though we will be selling the album (for cheap! get one!) when it's done!
So, it's me on drums, and some percussion, and even sharing vocals for Manifesto, and my partner on everything else, including production and engineering.
Enjoy!

OH! And here is the link to Instant Dogma home page, in case ya wanna buy more stuff from before Punk Rock TreeHouse: http://instantdogma.net/

2) More news... I dunno if I said, but my boy is working!!! A job, even! He works at McDonald's. He's been there like 5 weeks.
Which:
Teenager + McDonald's + longevity (I think 5 weeks at fast food really is longevity) = pretty amazing.
And, his schedule is more or less consistent-- not complaining at all!
He's not much liking McD's, but he is liking a paycheck. And he's putting money towards a new phone, which he already put a hefty down payment on, and is paying it off in 5 weeks (well, 4, now, since today's payday). I'm pretty proud of him for the commitment.

3) My job... ye gods, it's getting hard. It's so hard watching an old person decline, especially one I've cared for for over two years. Stuff is taking twice as long to do half as much. Poor thing 😢

4) My partner A and I are celebrating a year of partnership at Midsummer, so she's coming to visit me on the 13th for the weekend to commemorate. That'll be fun! I'm excited to see her... it's been since like November.

5) Weather: Still not very summery. Last post I had 2 of the ACs in, and since then I've put in my bedroom one, but haven't much needed them. For the past three days I've still worn long sleeves to work. Yeah, but they ain't no climate change, uh-huh... I'm still mostly wearing flannel around the house.
And Litha is in two weeks.
D and I will be going to Asphodel. They're asking for to bring yellow foods to the potluck... I am at an utter loss as to what to bring that's diet compliant to the lowest common denominator. Or at least something I can eat 😂 I'm thinking Baba Ganoush and some cut veggies, maybe multi colored peppers... at least they look sunny 😊

Happy Midsummer, y'all!





Saturday, May 5, 2018

Beltane, and D's Birthday

For the last two days, it's been 87*F, and I scurried to put the air conditioners in... in two rooms. I have four air conditioners, come by in a free and lucky way, three of them.

I put one in my son's room, because his room is in the center of the house, and only has one outside wall, and it gets beastly hot in there.

I put the one in my Mom Cave (living room), because that room has two sunny windows, and also gets beastly hot.
I survived my bedroom, last night, without. I used fans.

Today, it's blessedly cooler, and looks to be that way for the next week, at least. I think I can take my time with my bedroom AC, thank all the gods, because it's not so simple as putting it in the window... I have to move the bed to the other wall, which involves cleaning out underneath, and vacuuming. It's kind of a project, though not a long one. I shall do that next week.
Because! And because... today is my partner D's birthday 💕💕💕

And it's also the Beltane celebration at our place of... hmm, worship? Not the right word, but it's the one that comes to mind. At the First Kingdom Church of Asphodel, which really is a church, albeit a Pagan one. It's a 401c3 non profit, and yeah, they could use donations, if anyone feels so inclined. Their house at the farm could use some serious work before next Winter. They all went kinda without heat for the last month, or more, of this Winter.
Here is their Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/KingdomOfAsphodel/

For D's birthday, the radio station that D volunteers at could also use some funding-- they are a community radio station, which, I have learned, is utterly different from a public radio station. It's the only one, so it doesn't get all that huge backing that some public stations do. Here is the link to that Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/wcuw91.3fm/ and there is a DONATE button up to the right, on that page.
It's a wicked cool station-- I'm not generally brand-loyal when it comes to radio, but I tend to have my car station at 91.3 more often than not. They're pretty awesome.
And you can also stream it online: http://www.wcuw.org/ and you can donate there, too. Even like $20, if you have it, is helpful!
D's show is The Freeway Freak, Monday nights from 5-7pm Eastern Time, and the show is called The Drive at Five. There's a Drive at Five every weekday, and all the DJs are different, but all the shows are cool. Friday night blues is awesome, too. I'm so exciting that I hang my laundry to that, almost every Friday *giggle*

So there's my free promotions to things I care about. I'm not involved in any way except I care. That's it 💖

So it's May.... I pulled a tarot card for May, and my card was the Four of Wands, which is Fennel in my Herbal Tarot deck. There is a picture of two folks dancing-- fairies? Angels? They have wings. One is dressed in pinkish, and one in blue. Both their wings are blue. One is blonde and one is brunette, and they have their arms about each other, and they are above the ground, feet not touching the Earth. The wands and the fennel grow tall all around.
I took this to mean to play, be light-hearted, dance!
The booklet says, among other things, balancing of opposing wills and spirits. I am taking this to mean, for May, be light hearted, lighten up, dance, play, and seek BALANCE!

Blessed Beltane, all! And happy, happy birthday, to D. I love you, dearest one 💗💙💚💛💜

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Beltaine!

Oh, so Merry Beltane 💜💛💚💙💗

I'm sitting in my Mom Cave, at near to 6am, gazing at the newly waning Moon. It's now light out before 6am.
My teen now has a job! And they have a half day of school today. He asked could he stay home and not go, that plenty of other kids are not going, and I said sure. Why not. It's a stupid motivational speaker and I'd want to stay home, too. He has to work 2-9 tonight-- he doesn't normally home from school till 2:20, so you betcha those McD's folks have a bead on the school calendar and knew they could eke another hour out of my boy.
So I'm sitting here, as I said, in my Mom Cave, enjoying an extra hour of quiet because the boy is sleeping. and I don't have to be the motivator. Yay!

Did you wash your face in the morning dew yesterday? To retain your youthful beauty? I did. As I do every Beltaine. Other than that, I worked, and I lost sleep last night because the night before, I had to pick up my boy from work when it was past my bedtime. So I came home and took a nap.
I was going to go for a date with my partner, but they had to work late and they were wiped out, so we didn't go... which is probably good, 'cause I fell asleep by 9:30 and I have to pick up the boy past my bedtime again tonight.
I need to learn this art of The Nap.

We shall celebrate Beltane this weekend. May 5th is my partner D's birthday. We'll be going to the Beltane ritual at Asphodel, where we celebrate all our holy days, and I hope to dance the Maypole, which I love. I think I shall wear purple. And I would like to paint my toenails purple, as well. And then go to D's house and celebrate Beltane proper, and also D's birthday 💗

Oh! We have a song! Our band is called Punk Rock Treehouse. It's only the two of us right now, so no playing live unless we get other people-- studio band only, for the moment. And if you can believe it, D has talked Sheena into doing what Sheena Does Not Do, which is sing-- I'm sharing lead vocals, GASP! Hush, you 😜 Here is the link to the song, which is called Manifesto: http://instantdogma.net/TH/Manifesto.mp3

Have fun with that! And Merry Beltane!

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

March 2018

Here it is almost the ides of March 2018, and we are having the 2nd Snowpocalypse of the month.

I am so grateful that work called me to ask if I wanted to call out, because I was waffling back and forth about it. I've called out so much, it seems to me, because of weather. I don't think I'm going to lose my position over it, but the thought had occurred to me.
I'm a caregiver for the elderly and disabled, in-home, and those folks don't ever take days off or have holidays, and I really should be there... and if I worked more local to me, I would have gone in. But my client is an hour out and I am NOT getting caught on the side of the road in a blizzard with my kid and two cats at home. Nope nope nope.

So that said, I haven't much had the heart to write anything for a very long time, because of the crazy surreal world that the United States is in. I feel like I live in a Dali painting. There is an email loop I subscribe to, called What The F*** Happened Today, about all the things that happened today re: the White House and such. And every day I read it and I really DO go to myself "What the f***...?"
Yes, it is that crazy. That surreal. And it's like... it's like the New Normal. Nobody bats an eye. Me, I have eyes as big as tea saucers over every new weirdness. Everytime I think something can't get more crazy... it does.

Right now I am sitting in my Mom Cave, the living room that mostly only I occupy, which is why it's my Mom Cave, and it's Snowpocalypse and it's blizzard conditions and it's 7:25am and the whole world is not awake except for plows. And there's a huge, thousands-strong murder of crows flying madly from West-ish to East-ish over my house. Making a mad racket. They've been doing this for a good half hour. Nutty crows. I wonder what they're up to in a snowstorm? But I love them and I am glad they are here. Stay safe, crows <3

My partner and I are starting a music project. It's exciting to be practicing drums for a song-- I haven't done that in years and years. It's fun, yay!

Not much to say. Just trying to restart my writings.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

I have not been able to write all dang year, because the political situation in this country has been so... well, insane. Every day I wake up wondering if Ima wake up at all. We have an insane person at the helm, folks, and every day is so freaking surreal.

Okay. So.
I don't even wanna go there, because it's so depressing and I live in such an unreality, now, it's all I can do to keep my personal life afloat.
Which is to say, I made that sound all wrong, because my personal life is so amazing anymore. SO amazing... that person I started dating last year at this time, we have just celebrated a year of being together, life partners, committed romantic companions, and we had rings made by my friend Jo, who is an amazing jeweler (I dunno if even that's her official title).
An aside: Jo and I went to Syracuse University together, and she majored in metals, and she actually pursued her major into careerhood. AND, she's still playing music. She was in my first band, in the way way back. Name of Distortion. In Syracuse, in like '79-80 when I was Sheena (and still am, in some circles).
Oh, and my most amazing drum teacher, Dave Read, died back in like January. He was only like 63 or 64, and he had 3 cancers. I'm still crying now and then over that. He was such an enormous influence on me. I spoke his name at the Samhain ritual, and left an offering of drum sticks for him. He is on my altar this year :(

So my partner and I, we exchanged rings at Samhain, at our common Pagan place to go, which is to say The First Kingdom Church of Asphodel here in Massachusetts. It's not a coven, that I'm aware of, but I do belong to it. It is a church, officially, and it's a 401-C 3 non profit. I've been a member for 3 years or so. And we exchanged rings and made our vows in front of the whole company, and got cheers and clapping and stuff <3
And that relationship has gotten nothing if not MORE amazing over the year. I wish I had known that relationships could be so good, years ago. Well... better late than never.

And hir relationship with hir two other partners is as strong as ever, and I have met both of them and they are both amazing people, which is why I suppose D loves them, and one has a live-in partner, and I met him, too, and he's awesome. My kid also met them all, and likes everybody.

And... I kind of have another partner of my own. My friend A, from WAY back in the day, and I, have gotten super close as friends, and have developed a deeper intimacy together. So I guess I am officially polyamorous and not just by virtue of being in a partnership with one person who's poly. How cool is that?

I'm still on a mission of Being Nice. The tougher and uglier the world gets, well, I am not cowing to that at all. Nope nope nope.

Laterz!

Sunday, January 1, 2017

New Year's Day 2017

Welp, here it is the first day of 2017.
I want to say Happy New Year, because it's tradition, and habit, and that is what one does, but I'm not so sure about the faith I have that the next 4 years (or more, good gracious, bite my tongue) will be anything but happy.

At least for marginalized people. It appears, rapidly, that discrimination is once again going to be the law of the land, only not just for black folks, and not that gay people and other such just get to be as invisible as possible, like in the good ol' days, but they get to be actively discriminated against, too, by law.

I'm still rather in denial that things won't just tootle along like they have been for the last 8 years. Intellectually, I know this isn't going to happen. But the whole situation is so dire, so crazy, so impossible, that it's all I can do to just sit here with my mouth agape and hanging down to my knees, and my eyes big as tea saucers. 
What a fucking mess, excuse my language.

So since my last post, with that first date, things fell hard and fast with that person, and I'm now a full partner to hir-- who is polyamorous and has two other partners in two other states. Those relationships are going on 7 years each, and... well, wow. Just, wow.
If there isn't anything the Universe didn't just hit me upside the head with about I AM NOT THE BOSS OF YOU, it's this. It's a heavy lesson in loss of control (not in a bad way-- but in a I AM ONLY IN CONTROL OF ME way) and also an EVERYTHING I EVER LET GO OF, I LEFT CLAW MARKS IN kind of way.
Heavy, heavy lessons, those./
I am being loved like I never have before. I am being honored and held and paid attention to, more in the past couple weeks than in the past well-over-16-years. Or more.
I'm gobsmacked.
And I'm happy as a pig in mud.
Most of the time.
It's a very real possibility that-- it's been brought up to me that it's possible I am feeling some PTSD, which I have never considered before, but it's appearing more and more that I have suffered some very real trauma from my past relationships, but dammit-- Ima gonna heal from all that. Days I just break down and cry, unexpectedly, like this morning, and days I am just fine and dandy and kick-ass and determined. It's a dance, it is.
But I am NOT going to lay down and let it consume me. Nope. Not.

Back to the first topic, I'm seriously worried about the state of, well, the world, starting with right here in the good ol' USA, which is about to become the fascist USA right here in my very lifetime. And I'm super worried for my big beautiful vat of transgender friends, whom I love with every fiber of  my being. I'm not good at fighting. I'm much better at hiding, and making soup on the sidelines for those who need it, but maybe a whole bunch of soup and hugs are in order, hey. I gots superpowers. Ima gonna use them.

Starting with my new love, and my friends whom I circle with. I'm still gonna be the best, kindest, lovingest me I can be. Oh, and starting with my ownself, too. Self-care, and all that.

Well if this wasn't round-and-round... sorry for the incoherence. It's New Year's *yawn*