was a dark and stormy day...and I loved every minute of it.
If it wasn't so damned cold outside, I'd have the doors and
windows open to blow the house out a bit. It's very windy
and rainy and has that "winds of change" feel to it. The
finest thing in the world is to let those kinds of winds clear
out the energy in your house while you burn a nice sage stick to
help it along. Maybe I'll just bundle up and do it anyway.
[Insert shivery passage of time]
*Whew!* That was
exhilarating. Flew open the doors and windows, lit a sage
stick in one hand and a cedar stick in the other and just let
the winds have at it. After about 10 minutes of it (I
buried Nathan under a blanket. It's a freezing 54 degrees
out there!), the house is much fresher and... I dunno... more
hopeful. Somehow, the saging out of a place makes all
things seem possible again.
I wasn't really giving into
anything like despair, but I was feeling a sense of stagnation
and that is gone now. I'm feeling much more tuned into the
new things coming in now.
I'm wondering how many times you
should have to tell a kid "don't burn things." I should
have known he was trouble when he displayed a penchant for
eating the tops off of matches. He is drawn to anything
remotely like fire anywhere. If I burn up, he did it.
Speaking of Nathan, he starts
school on Monday. He's my youngest and I expected to feel
some kind of major apprehension about him going, but I feel very
at peace with it. Overall, I detest sending my kids to
school. I definitely see the benefit academically because
lord knows my skills for elementary school are a good 35+ years
old. I can still do the basics, but a lot of the things
that Delena does in 6th grade are out of my league and some dim
memory. It's better for Eric, being 15 years younger than
I am, but he's not available for ongoing instruction. When
I send my kids to school, I feel as though I'm shoving them into
a sausage grinder of "The Man" where peer pressure, bullying,
disgruntled teachers who are burned out and underpaid and major
popularity issues rule. Since my kids all tend to march to
a different drummer, they end up on the outside looking in more
often than not. Oddly, Dylan is the exception and I
expected that he'd be the one to take the most flack. He
seems to have lots of friends and get along well with everyone.
He loves school and never gives any hesitation going out the
Nathan is a
wild card about this. He's been begging to go to school
for months now and asks about it every day. He's seen how
much Dylan loves it and is really eager. He's also really
attached into me and might panic when he gets there. Eric
is taking him to ease the separation anxiety. OK, maybe
I'm a little edgy, but overall, I think I'm cool. We've
been spending good time together during this week. He's a
sweetie. He just burns things. Go figure.
My house is in dire need of
cleaning, which is my next move after this entry. I'm
pretty good at whipping through it quickly and still giving a
good show. I think I'm going to do the antithesis to my
friend, Carolyn's column.
Carolyn is the undisputed, obsessive Diva of Clean. I
could be the Diva of Slovenly, showing people all the shortcuts
to make your house look cleaner than it is.
I woke up at
4am and couldn't get back to sleep, likely because I crashed
soundly at 9pm (a couple of hours early for me). Went
through the bills that are screaming loudest, did some spellwork
for it and tabled everything until Monday. Amazing things
can happen in 5 days. Tra la.
Anyway, now I'm all tired and
taking after eating tuna casserole for an early lunch.
Nathan found out I was making it for lunch and got all kinds of
eager for it, so I made it early. Now I'm drowsy and
wanting to cuddle under my covers and snooze a few hours away.
Naps are so glorious, especially in a storm.
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For those who follow my other site, The
Diva Digest, it has been updated all around (for the first time
since October or so). What can I say? Divas get busy
and can't be chained to a computer chair! (That's the
theory, anyway). It's at
Eric really got me
yesterday. >:< He said, "I know we don't have much
time or money, but I know of a wonderful thing we can do this
weekend for a good break!" [insert me getting really
bubbling and excited over the idea of actually doing something]
"Placer county is having a snake lick."
We should all be so lucky.
Time to go nail myself to a cross in
sacrifice to the House Cleaning Gods. Hard thing with
being a martyr is that the last hand... man it's a bitch to get
Someone stop me.
OK, where are you people?
STOP ME NOW!
Pfft. OK then.
Love ya anyway,