Sorry I kept you waiting for nearly a week. A lot of mundane stuff piled up here and we had more trouble with Lobo. This time it was bad gas. But the truck is running good now and I hope to hell we have fixed all the problems because I am really tired of taking Kurt to work at 5am.
In the last post, I didn't do any magick. All I did was clean the physical space. Most people have the misconception that magick is glamorous. Well, it is, BUT a lot of boring stuff goes into it. I spend more time planning, checking calendars, and gathering supplies than actually casting spells. And in this post I STILL don't get to the magick. Ok, a little magick. Not much. But I did get to the fun part:
I have one last post. This is something no one ever thinks of. It does no good to do all this work on the inside unless you do something outside. So until next time...
Oh! I almost forgot. The fugly love seat. My mother bought it new in 1988. Charlene had her puppies on it. I washed the seat cover and it came brilliantly clean. However, the rest of the love seat was still very dirty. I can't put any other part of it in the washing machine. I tried hard to ignore the fact that the seat was a different color. No kidding. It was that dirty. Now, to me, it appears to not match. It is also uncomfortable to sit on and is far too short for taking naps. Kurt and I decided to buy a futon. Big enough for both of us and a dog or two to sit on, and it can be a bed when Kurt's children visit. We are waiting for a big pay check so we can make this purchase. Each day will be waving my wand over the love seat and visualising a new futon in its place. Transformation magick :)