Happy and Blessed Equinox to all!
The Autumnal Equinox is the other time of Balance in the year... the first being the Vernal, or Spring, Equinox, in March.
It's a time of balance. It's the time when the day and the night are of equal length.
I can't help, in these volatile political times here in the US of A, but think of balance when it comes to equality and equity for all.
Which we have never had.
I'm not going into political rant or discourse, because that's not what I do, except to say that I am ALL ABOUT EQUALITY.... for all. I stand hardcore for the downtrodden, the marginalized, the bottomest ones of all.
Just so's you know.
And if anyone is ever in need of a hug, or shelter from storms, or a lending ear, I am available. I don't have much, and yes, I am mad wary, and very guarded and jealous of my space and time, but that said, I would extend a hand-up if it was that dire. As best as I'm able.
Tomorrow is the Mabon ritual out at http://www.churchofasphodel.org/ where I go for my spiritual home. I have been a member there for a couple of years.
I'm bringing a Harvest Ratatouille from veggies I got at the farmers market: eggplant, zucchini, onions, mushrooms, celery, tomatoes (those are from a can-- shhh! 😉) and a bit of granulated garlic and salt and pepper. Oh, and olive oil. Yum, yum.
I'm grateful, this holy day, for my child, who is growing up as we speak. He has his job back at the haunted house for October, and is starting the first weekend I'm going to the Cape with my partner D for the weekend. He gets to try out being alone for two days, rather than one, while mama (me, duh) tries hard not to worry and fret and wonder if I'll have a house and two cats to come home to, let alone a kid.
I'm grateful for my partners, D and A, who are both awesome each in their own way, and for the abundance of love that I have.
I'm grateful that my mom is still very much alive, and healthy. And that my brother is nearby to her, to watch and take care, should (gods forbid) anything happen-- he is right there.
I'm grateful I live in Massachusetts, where there's health insurance, and four seasons. I'm grateful I don't have to shovel the Winter. I'm grateful for food in my belly and a roof over our heads, and that we have just enough money to cover our needs. And a car.
My senses, all of which work. My body, which works just the way it should. My blood pressure, which is generally low-ish. I am almost 59 years old and I am not on any meds, and I can still balance on one foot.
And, of course, covfefe 😄
Saturday, September 22, 2018
Friday, August 31, 2018
Last day of August
Finally.... OMG, how I loathe Summer.
I know, I know... I'm so in the minority. Whatever. I'm not good in the heat. I'm that Witch in The Wizard of Oz when they throw the water on her... "I'm melting; I'm melting!"... Yep, me. In the heat. We have a blessed relief from it for the weekend, and dang it! For Labour Day and the next dang WEEK, that I can tell, back up to 90* again. Frackity frack.
I am so grateful for air conditioning. I do not know how people stand it otherwise.
I knew this mom back in Asheville who was from Florida, if I remember correctly, whose daughter was in my kid's homeschool group, that LOVED the heat. She loved it in the 90s and could live in tropics... oh HELL no, not me, nope nope nope. All for her. My friend Jessica lives in Arizona and loves it, too, and the humidity, and I see her as a plant that revives with a drink of water. Maybe it's living in that Arizona dry heat that fuels her need for humid, I dunno.
Anyway. Tomorrow begins the season of SEPTOBER, and I shall spend part of the weekend decorating a little, and redoing my altar for Mabon.
School is back in session. My boy is a senior! Yowsa. As Gretchen Rubin says, the years are long, but the days are short. Ye gods. He's like 5'8" or 5'9" and towers over me, and I'm his little Hobbity mama. The mornings, this week, have been so pleasant. I'm grateful for that, too.
Our Song Challenge song is done, with video! I'll post a link once we submit it to the challenge.
I'm having a grateful day, so far 💓
ETA: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2d6pnfr3IrA&feature=youtu.be
I know, I know... I'm so in the minority. Whatever. I'm not good in the heat. I'm that Witch in The Wizard of Oz when they throw the water on her... "I'm melting; I'm melting!"... Yep, me. In the heat. We have a blessed relief from it for the weekend, and dang it! For Labour Day and the next dang WEEK, that I can tell, back up to 90* again. Frackity frack.
I am so grateful for air conditioning. I do not know how people stand it otherwise.
I knew this mom back in Asheville who was from Florida, if I remember correctly, whose daughter was in my kid's homeschool group, that LOVED the heat. She loved it in the 90s and could live in tropics... oh HELL no, not me, nope nope nope. All for her. My friend Jessica lives in Arizona and loves it, too, and the humidity, and I see her as a plant that revives with a drink of water. Maybe it's living in that Arizona dry heat that fuels her need for humid, I dunno.
Anyway. Tomorrow begins the season of SEPTOBER, and I shall spend part of the weekend decorating a little, and redoing my altar for Mabon.
School is back in session. My boy is a senior! Yowsa. As Gretchen Rubin says, the years are long, but the days are short. Ye gods. He's like 5'8" or 5'9" and towers over me, and I'm his little Hobbity mama. The mornings, this week, have been so pleasant. I'm grateful for that, too.
Our Song Challenge song is done, with video! I'll post a link once we submit it to the challenge.
I'm having a grateful day, so far 💓
ETA: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2d6pnfr3IrA&feature=youtu.be
Friday, August 24, 2018
I am twenty four years and one day sober
Yesterday was my 24 years 💗
TWENTY FOUR.
Let that sink in for a minute.
I have a friend, Morgan, who was born on that day, that year. August 23, 1994. I tell her she is my sobriety gift. But seriously, she's a full grown adult with two children and I have been sober as long as she has been alive.
That totally blows my mind.
Today, my kid and I went out for a Starbucks to celebrate, and to spend some time together, and he waxed poetic about how he loves the time we spend together like that, and I'm his hero for quitting all the substances, and he doesn't care who sees that he will still hold my hand in public a little, 'cause his mom rocks and is awesome and I always have his back and stuff.... brought me to tears, for real, that one did.
This has been a Best Day, in my book. Marking this one, for sure. My kid loves me THAT MUCH. And, he is awesome. I told him he is my crowning moment of being alive at all. Which is true.
In other news, my partner D and I are recording and recording... we have like 4 or 5 songs down for our eventually pending album, and I have even sung vocals on some of them. And I sang lead vocals on this weird experimental-y song that they did for a different project.
Sheena sang.
Sheena sang lead. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
And we are doing another Song Challenge for Victor Infante's Telegram & Gazette thingy. That's gonna be so fun. Will post when it's published!
I am hoping my partner A can come visit me after her birthday weekend. I'm putting all kinda Witchy energy towards that.
I'm busybusybusy. But it's good busy. I have new clients that I really like, and this week some extra time off, and even though it's going to be a beastly ninety-two freaking degrees for the first three days of next week, I know Septober is coming. I have even put a couple of orangey decorations up. I can hardly stand it. I lovelovelove the Autumn. Love. I'm so ready.
TWENTY FOUR.
Let that sink in for a minute.
I have a friend, Morgan, who was born on that day, that year. August 23, 1994. I tell her she is my sobriety gift. But seriously, she's a full grown adult with two children and I have been sober as long as she has been alive.
That totally blows my mind.
Today, my kid and I went out for a Starbucks to celebrate, and to spend some time together, and he waxed poetic about how he loves the time we spend together like that, and I'm his hero for quitting all the substances, and he doesn't care who sees that he will still hold my hand in public a little, 'cause his mom rocks and is awesome and I always have his back and stuff.... brought me to tears, for real, that one did.
This has been a Best Day, in my book. Marking this one, for sure. My kid loves me THAT MUCH. And, he is awesome. I told him he is my crowning moment of being alive at all. Which is true.
In other news, my partner D and I are recording and recording... we have like 4 or 5 songs down for our eventually pending album, and I have even sung vocals on some of them. And I sang lead vocals on this weird experimental-y song that they did for a different project.
Sheena sang.
Sheena sang lead. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
And we are doing another Song Challenge for Victor Infante's Telegram & Gazette thingy. That's gonna be so fun. Will post when it's published!
I am hoping my partner A can come visit me after her birthday weekend. I'm putting all kinda Witchy energy towards that.
I'm busybusybusy. But it's good busy. I have new clients that I really like, and this week some extra time off, and even though it's going to be a beastly ninety-two freaking degrees for the first three days of next week, I know Septober is coming. I have even put a couple of orangey decorations up. I can hardly stand it. I lovelovelove the Autumn. Love. I'm so ready.
Friday, July 27, 2018
Almost Lammas, and Sobriety Anniversary
So it's going to be Lammas in a couple of days.The first of three harvest festivals, in many Pagan traditions.
I am dieting (again), so will not be partaking of the first fruits, as it were. But that's okay. I started this go-round right around 140 lbs, so it's probably the lowest start weight of any yet. I'm determined to at some point get to, and stay in, the 120s. Where I was in my 20s or so. Plus, wiggle room. My body keeps trying so hard to get me super fat again, and I will not have it.
I didn't realize how utterly uncomfortable that was, 'till I lost a good portion of that poundage! I could breathe easier, for real.
I want to stay under 134, tops.
So my kid hasn't gotten another job. His anxiety has ramped up 😪 and I think it's just really hard, in general, for him to go present himself to strangers in authority as a neurotypical person. I hope he'll be able to. Because I'd love to see him get out on his own and be a responsible, mature adult in a couple of years... at best.
For real, he and his girlfriend asked me again if she could live here, and pay rent, and I went in there and said NO FREAKING WAY, that while I love them both, I am trying to eject people from my home, and not add people. I love my child beyond reason-- and I honestly can't wait to live alone. I love my own company so freaking much. And, I can choose to be in company or not, when I'm alone.
I lost my only client, not to death, thank all the gods, but to a nursing home, which it was well past time, and I am SO glad she's getting the care she needs. I am super glad not to be driving 10 hours a week to work 15.
I am sad, though, and to be honest, more than a bit scared of income insecurity.
I applied for a job as Personal Assistant to a couple from the UU. My hours of availability aren't flexible enough for them, but they like me, so I shall hear back in a couple of days.
Meanwhile, I'm filling in for my regular job, with clients, and I have a new one every Friday morning. I like him.
I will be celebrating twenty-four years of continuing sobriety, on August the 24th. I am so stoked. Today is 23 years, 11 months, and 4 days. Not that I'm counting or anything.
The other thing I thought of is, if I'm not working, it'd sure be nice to hit a few meetings. It's for real been months and months and maybe almost a year since I've been to one. My sobriety is in no way threatened-- again, I am such a loner and introvert-- and I do stick very closely to my program and my spirituality, which pretty much converge. But it'd still be nice to actually go.
I'm starting, this year, to finally really love Massachusetts. I love the weather, the seasons, the health insurance, and I lovelovelove my partners, whom I would not be with if it weren't for moving up here.
They still talk funny here, though.
I am dieting (again), so will not be partaking of the first fruits, as it were. But that's okay. I started this go-round right around 140 lbs, so it's probably the lowest start weight of any yet. I'm determined to at some point get to, and stay in, the 120s. Where I was in my 20s or so. Plus, wiggle room. My body keeps trying so hard to get me super fat again, and I will not have it.
I didn't realize how utterly uncomfortable that was, 'till I lost a good portion of that poundage! I could breathe easier, for real.
I want to stay under 134, tops.
So my kid hasn't gotten another job. His anxiety has ramped up 😪 and I think it's just really hard, in general, for him to go present himself to strangers in authority as a neurotypical person. I hope he'll be able to. Because I'd love to see him get out on his own and be a responsible, mature adult in a couple of years... at best.
For real, he and his girlfriend asked me again if she could live here, and pay rent, and I went in there and said NO FREAKING WAY, that while I love them both, I am trying to eject people from my home, and not add people. I love my child beyond reason-- and I honestly can't wait to live alone. I love my own company so freaking much. And, I can choose to be in company or not, when I'm alone.
I lost my only client, not to death, thank all the gods, but to a nursing home, which it was well past time, and I am SO glad she's getting the care she needs. I am super glad not to be driving 10 hours a week to work 15.
I am sad, though, and to be honest, more than a bit scared of income insecurity.
I applied for a job as Personal Assistant to a couple from the UU. My hours of availability aren't flexible enough for them, but they like me, so I shall hear back in a couple of days.
Meanwhile, I'm filling in for my regular job, with clients, and I have a new one every Friday morning. I like him.
I will be celebrating twenty-four years of continuing sobriety, on August the 24th. I am so stoked. Today is 23 years, 11 months, and 4 days. Not that I'm counting or anything.
The other thing I thought of is, if I'm not working, it'd sure be nice to hit a few meetings. It's for real been months and months and maybe almost a year since I've been to one. My sobriety is in no way threatened-- again, I am such a loner and introvert-- and I do stick very closely to my program and my spirituality, which pretty much converge. But it'd still be nice to actually go.
I'm starting, this year, to finally really love Massachusetts. I love the weather, the seasons, the health insurance, and I lovelovelove my partners, whom I would not be with if it weren't for moving up here.
They still talk funny here, though.
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!
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!
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 💗💙💚💛💜
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!
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.
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.
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