Despite all my packing, I really don't have shit done. I am supposed to move THIS WEEKEND. The other house isn't ready because Will's cousins are still in it. And my dear, sweet man has found people to help me move. People I don't know. I'm grateful for the help, but I am also filled with dread because I don't like people going through my things. I don't like strangers in my house. Actually, I don't like people.
Sometimes I feel like I'm making progress and sometimes I feel stuck. Have you ever put something off? Maybe you have a bill laying on the counter, you intend to drop the payment off on the way home, but all week long you forget. Or maybe shirts need to go to the cleaners but instead they are piled in the car and every time you drive you feel guilty. Or maybe something needs repairs but you shoved it in the garage instead of calling the repairman. On the day you finally pay the bill, drop off the dry cleaning, and get Bob the Handyman to the house, you feel AWESOME. That is because when you procrastinate, the item steals some of your energy. When you finally take care of business, you get all that energy back. I have vampire boxes sucking the life out of me.
Will and I made lots of plans, like repainting my bookcases. (Nope, not done.) We're also going to build a cabinet that will become my altar, there's a few things he promised to make for me that he will do as soon as we are in our permanent house like some kind of storage for my rolling pin collection, the other house needs to be cleaned, and my dogs need a pen. We have a few thousand things going that aren't getting done because either we are at work, there's only so much I can do alone, or when we are both off we run all over town taking care of errands. This is why I am so proud of doing small things and often feeling stuck.
Besides the move, ordinary life marches on. I am often forgetting things because I can't find anything. I don't feel like myself and I will be so happy when I have routine and life is once again more or less normal.
Having a new family of in-laws sometimes works in my favor. I have an embroidery machine. It was given to me. It has no power cord. I have no idea if it works or not. For well over a year, it has been sitting in my sewing room. I kept thinking I had to buy the power cord before I could do anything. The power cord was hard to find because the end that plugs into the machine is oddly shaped. I finally found what I think is the correct cord online but I put off ordering because I didn't know for sure and I didn't want to buy the wrong one. My mother-in-law had the perfect solution and it's so simple I can't believe I didn't think of it. Take it to the sewing machine shop and let them service it. They will have the correct cord which I can then buy and they will tell me if the machine actually works, they will no doubt be able to fix problems, AND they will have the accessories for it like hoops, thread, and software. Brilliant! As I intend to pack up the sewing room today, the embroidery machine can go to the shop this afternoon and that's one less thing to carry to my storage unit.
Stay tuned, Readers. I haven't even got to the interesting parts.
The Witchcraft of FreeDragon
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Color Change
Several years ago, I painted my bookcases black. This worked out great because I had three very different book cases and the having them all the same color gave them unity and sorta made them match. The black also made the books pop and really, that's the point of having bookcases- to showcase books.
When my house was painted this past summer, the fool who wanted beer money doing the painting got lime green paint on two of my bookcases. If black makes books pop, imagine line green margarita paint popping off at you. Hideous.
I want to repaint my bookcases. After I packed up all my books, I realized that when I put the clear coat on, I didn't paint the inside of the bookcases. So the outside is glossy black and the inside is flat black. This is bugging the hell out of me. After I saw it I couldn't unsee it.
I went to Lowe's. The paint was ungodly expensive. Horrified, I postponed the project.
Today, Will tells me there is glossy black paint on his back porch. Awesome. Even better, my in-laws found a new paint brush for me. I was thrilled at not having to go to town.
When I finally got the lid pried off, I discovered the paint was dark gray.
I just went with it. How can I argue with free paint?
I'm thinking my new color scheme will be grays and purples with copper accents. Restful and weathered, yet still elegant and sophisticated.
But mainly I didn't want to buy paint. Shit's expensive.
When my house was painted this past summer, the fool who wanted beer money doing the painting got lime green paint on two of my bookcases. If black makes books pop, imagine line green margarita paint popping off at you. Hideous.
I want to repaint my bookcases. After I packed up all my books, I realized that when I put the clear coat on, I didn't paint the inside of the bookcases. So the outside is glossy black and the inside is flat black. This is bugging the hell out of me. After I saw it I couldn't unsee it.
I went to Lowe's. The paint was ungodly expensive. Horrified, I postponed the project.
Today, Will tells me there is glossy black paint on his back porch. Awesome. Even better, my in-laws found a new paint brush for me. I was thrilled at not having to go to town.
When I finally got the lid pried off, I discovered the paint was dark gray.
I just went with it. How can I argue with free paint?
I'm thinking my new color scheme will be grays and purples with copper accents. Restful and weathered, yet still elegant and sophisticated.
But mainly I didn't want to buy paint. Shit's expensive.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Left Over Spells
As I pack and put away my whole life into cardboard boxes, I've come across a few things that it would be irresponsible to leave as they are. There are some ritual items which I no longer use. There are a few spells I can't take with me, and some spells that I feel are specific to this house. Here's my demagick list:
The storm protection spell- this is one that I feel now pertains only to this house. This wasn't always the case and I carried the spell from my old house to this one. But I just don't think it will work as well on my new house, mainly because I don't have a new house yet and I will be sharing the house with several people. Because I need a way to incorporate several energies together, I'm leaving the storm protection spell here. My spell used rocks. I'm going to pour the rocks into a stump hole. Eventually, the magick will fade. There won't be any negative repercussions to leaving this spell. It won't twist or become a curse. Think of it as a door that slowly becomes weathered and worn. At some point the door isn't as secure or strong as it was when the house was newly built. Even when worn, the door still holds against many things, it could keep out wind, rain, or animals, but not a strong kick from a thief.
My feathers, keys, and bottles- I cleansed the feathers and I intend to reuse them. Same with the keys. The bottles are being kept as is and I will either renew or completely rework the spells in the new house. The bottle spells are humming along nicely and I don't want to undo them.
My staff- I don't use it anymore. It's going to be repurposed into garden art.
My broom- first of all, never take a broom used for cleaning to a new home, you will carry negative energy and bad luck with you. Leave brooms behind and buy a brand new one for a new house. Same thing for mops and dishrags. Magick brooms are a bit different because they are an extension of the Witch. So if you really love it and it hasn't swept more than astral energy, then by all means, keep it. I'm sort of hemming and hawing because I love the broom, but it is slowly falling apart. It will probably go into a ritual fire.
Ritual fire- for the things you want to destroy. First, clean the fire pit of old ashes. Next, carefully select the wood. I would opt for oak because it is a strong tree and burns well. I would also choose at least one herb known for cleansing properties such as sage or lavender. Light the fire first. Make sure it burns well. Add the herbs. Add the item to be destroyed. Before placing the item in the fire, thank it for its service. If possible, break it to ensure it can't be used for magick again. When the fire has completely burned out and the ashes are cool, clean the fire pit again. Can't burn it? Bury it deep, preferably in a between place or at a crossroads.
How to decide if you should take a spell with you- if you could only take ONE spell or magickal item, and this was it, would you be happy? If the answer is no, ritually destroy it.
If you are afraid the spell will keep working- if it was a curse, it shouldn't have been on your property to begin with. If you think it will twist- surround yourself with mirrors to send the negative energy back. Use the opposite element to destroy it. If it was made with fire, pour water over it. If it is activated with air, bury it deep in the earth.
If you need it to keep working but you don't want to move it- seal it in a box and completely rework the spell in your new home OR if it is small enough, carry the spell in a bag on your person. Personally, I wouldn't start a spell that had to be undisturbed during a move, but if I had to, I'd set it up in a secure location far away from either my old home or my new home.
The storm protection spell- this is one that I feel now pertains only to this house. This wasn't always the case and I carried the spell from my old house to this one. But I just don't think it will work as well on my new house, mainly because I don't have a new house yet and I will be sharing the house with several people. Because I need a way to incorporate several energies together, I'm leaving the storm protection spell here. My spell used rocks. I'm going to pour the rocks into a stump hole. Eventually, the magick will fade. There won't be any negative repercussions to leaving this spell. It won't twist or become a curse. Think of it as a door that slowly becomes weathered and worn. At some point the door isn't as secure or strong as it was when the house was newly built. Even when worn, the door still holds against many things, it could keep out wind, rain, or animals, but not a strong kick from a thief.
My feathers, keys, and bottles- I cleansed the feathers and I intend to reuse them. Same with the keys. The bottles are being kept as is and I will either renew or completely rework the spells in the new house. The bottle spells are humming along nicely and I don't want to undo them.
My staff- I don't use it anymore. It's going to be repurposed into garden art.
My broom- first of all, never take a broom used for cleaning to a new home, you will carry negative energy and bad luck with you. Leave brooms behind and buy a brand new one for a new house. Same thing for mops and dishrags. Magick brooms are a bit different because they are an extension of the Witch. So if you really love it and it hasn't swept more than astral energy, then by all means, keep it. I'm sort of hemming and hawing because I love the broom, but it is slowly falling apart. It will probably go into a ritual fire.
Ritual fire- for the things you want to destroy. First, clean the fire pit of old ashes. Next, carefully select the wood. I would opt for oak because it is a strong tree and burns well. I would also choose at least one herb known for cleansing properties such as sage or lavender. Light the fire first. Make sure it burns well. Add the herbs. Add the item to be destroyed. Before placing the item in the fire, thank it for its service. If possible, break it to ensure it can't be used for magick again. When the fire has completely burned out and the ashes are cool, clean the fire pit again. Can't burn it? Bury it deep, preferably in a between place or at a crossroads.
How to decide if you should take a spell with you- if you could only take ONE spell or magickal item, and this was it, would you be happy? If the answer is no, ritually destroy it.
If you are afraid the spell will keep working- if it was a curse, it shouldn't have been on your property to begin with. If you think it will twist- surround yourself with mirrors to send the negative energy back. Use the opposite element to destroy it. If it was made with fire, pour water over it. If it is activated with air, bury it deep in the earth.
If you need it to keep working but you don't want to move it- seal it in a box and completely rework the spell in your new home OR if it is small enough, carry the spell in a bag on your person. Personally, I wouldn't start a spell that had to be undisturbed during a move, but if I had to, I'd set it up in a secure location far away from either my old home or my new home.
Friday, March 14, 2014
How This Witch Packs Up House
Started packing today. The first thing I did was sweep with my Witch broom. I want to remove negative energy and cut ties to this house.
Next, I lit incense. Again, this is to remove negative energy. I only want to take good into my new home. I held each empty box over the incense smoke because I don't know who handled those boxes before I did. Before placing an item in the box, I held that item in the smoke. I then dusted each item before carefully wrapping it in fabric. Yes, fabric. Free packing material. Make use of what you've got.
After the box is full, I label it. On all four sides and the top. I learned this when I had an inventory job. It will save you a ton of grief later. Labeling each side tells you at a glance what's in the box even if the box is knocked over. If the writing is blocked, if the boxes are piled up, you should still be able to discern contents with minimum effort without having to open anything.
After the box is labeled, I drew a protection spell on it. I did this with my fingers so there is no visible magick. I might not do this if I were going directly to my new house, but my things will be in storage for a few months. When we rent a storage unit, I'll put a protection spell on the unit as well.
When I've filled three boxes I take a break. Packing is physically, mentally, and emotionally tiring. Take it easy.
Along the way, I'm throwing things out. I do not want to carry anymore than is necessary.
It is important to have an out of the way place to store filled boxes. Do not leave anything where you will be forced to climb over or walk around it. That blocks the chi.
Later I'll have more moving tips, like what to do with spells you no longer need.
Next, I lit incense. Again, this is to remove negative energy. I only want to take good into my new home. I held each empty box over the incense smoke because I don't know who handled those boxes before I did. Before placing an item in the box, I held that item in the smoke. I then dusted each item before carefully wrapping it in fabric. Yes, fabric. Free packing material. Make use of what you've got.
After the box is full, I label it. On all four sides and the top. I learned this when I had an inventory job. It will save you a ton of grief later. Labeling each side tells you at a glance what's in the box even if the box is knocked over. If the writing is blocked, if the boxes are piled up, you should still be able to discern contents with minimum effort without having to open anything.
After the box is labeled, I drew a protection spell on it. I did this with my fingers so there is no visible magick. I might not do this if I were going directly to my new house, but my things will be in storage for a few months. When we rent a storage unit, I'll put a protection spell on the unit as well.
When I've filled three boxes I take a break. Packing is physically, mentally, and emotionally tiring. Take it easy.
Along the way, I'm throwing things out. I do not want to carry anymore than is necessary.
It is important to have an out of the way place to store filled boxes. Do not leave anything where you will be forced to climb over or walk around it. That blocks the chi.
Later I'll have more moving tips, like what to do with spells you no longer need.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Moving!
This week starts the beginning of packing. I. Fucking. Hate. MOVING! Don't get me wrong, I love going to a new house. I love experiencing the energy of a new place. I love setting up house. But as a Capricorn, I need structure and routine. I need my house, my things, and by damn, those things need to stay in the same place. I don't like books in boxes. I don't like searching the whole house for an item before finally remembering that I already secured it in a box- which is now taped shut and at the bottom of the stack.
But change comes whether we accept it or not. Moving is necessary for me. It will lead to good things. It's the limbo that annoys me.
Blogging will no doubt be very sporadic. At some point, I will change my photo to a shot of my new home. I may (but don't hold your breath) have two pictures while I am in transition- one of the Tallapoosa sign and one of Old Salem.
After I move out of this house, I still won't be settled. I'll be going to Will's house but then we will move into a place that is ours. I'm moving now because my lease is up. We don't have our house yet. Will lives in his parents' house. They are working out of town. The whole housing situation is a mess but I don't really have a choice at the moment.
Anyway, blogging could drop down to considerably less. I know I don't blog as much as I used to, I'm just saying, I don't know what the future holds for the blog. I intend to keep it. I have a plan for my Month of Witches in October. I just don't know what will happen between now and then.
But change comes whether we accept it or not. Moving is necessary for me. It will lead to good things. It's the limbo that annoys me.
Blogging will no doubt be very sporadic. At some point, I will change my photo to a shot of my new home. I may (but don't hold your breath) have two pictures while I am in transition- one of the Tallapoosa sign and one of Old Salem.
After I move out of this house, I still won't be settled. I'll be going to Will's house but then we will move into a place that is ours. I'm moving now because my lease is up. We don't have our house yet. Will lives in his parents' house. They are working out of town. The whole housing situation is a mess but I don't really have a choice at the moment.
Anyway, blogging could drop down to considerably less. I know I don't blog as much as I used to, I'm just saying, I don't know what the future holds for the blog. I intend to keep it. I have a plan for my Month of Witches in October. I just don't know what will happen between now and then.
Friday, March 7, 2014
How Things Are Going This Week
I am still reading Dead Towns of Alabama. Now that spare time is practically non-existent, I tend to read really, really slow. This bothers me because I used to easily read 100 pages per hour. But back to the book- it's divided into sections with the first being a list of Indian towns. This was an eye-opener for me because I always think of Indians living in wigwams, teepees, or cabins. Some of the Indian towns had buildings that could hold 1,000 people. The towns were well fortified, they had walls around the perimeter and portholes for shooting. There were towns with adobe buildings. Reading about these places has made me question my education.
I really, really want to move now. My landlord has become an absolute ass. He sent me a text informing me of a rent increase should I renew the lease. He wants to charge rent for my dogs like they are people. His idea is $50 per dog. Let's see, I have three Labs, that's $150 and Queen had ten puppies so that's another $500 bringing my $400 a month rent to $1,050. I doubt he could do that anyway and I'm not renewing the lease (I'll put my things in storage and live with my parents if I have to). It just galls me that he even sent the text.
My work load should increase, thus I will be making more money. That's good. Right now I barely have enough to get by.
I had signed up for a site called Odesk. It's for freelance writing jobs. I missed passing the test by half a point. That annoyed me. I understand the site wants professional people but I feel that they try hard to make things difficult. However, there are other freelance sites available, and I can learn from my mistake with Odesk. All I want is to make a little extra money while I wait for my regular job's work to increase. Odesk may be better suited for people who are already freelancers rather than people just starting out.
I am still coughing. I can't tell if it is getting better. Nothing really seems to help.
I finished my Spring sign. All but the backing. I started on Summer. Right away, I messed up by putting letters too close together. Honest, I know how to sew, I swear.
I've had a few more dreams. Most are vaguely threatening. I feel like people are plotting against me. I've taken to burning a good bit of incense and casting protective spells.
One of my New Year's Resolutions was to design cross stitch patterns. I have settled on my first design. I've decided on all the elements and now I am ready to draw. To create inspiration, I started a secret board on Pinterest. My plan is to make a Pagan design without obvious Pagan symbolism. I don't want to reveal too much, but I am very excited by how things are going.
The puppies are one week old today. I think they are now twice as big as when they were born.
I have decided to turn my bookcase altar into a hutch. I think my father can help me with this. The bookcase needs some work. The top of it is pitted and cracked. Some trim is missing. I think it was never added. The whole thing needs a good cleaning and either varnish or paint. I want to add some doors and some kind of decorative top shelving. What I would like to have is something obviously intended for the kitchen with the magick out of sight behind hutch doors. I don't know that Dad will be keen on the idea but damn it, I've been wanting a hutch for ages and the only way I am going to get one is to build it myself.
I really, really want to move now. My landlord has become an absolute ass. He sent me a text informing me of a rent increase should I renew the lease. He wants to charge rent for my dogs like they are people. His idea is $50 per dog. Let's see, I have three Labs, that's $150 and Queen had ten puppies so that's another $500 bringing my $400 a month rent to $1,050. I doubt he could do that anyway and I'm not renewing the lease (I'll put my things in storage and live with my parents if I have to). It just galls me that he even sent the text.
My work load should increase, thus I will be making more money. That's good. Right now I barely have enough to get by.
I had signed up for a site called Odesk. It's for freelance writing jobs. I missed passing the test by half a point. That annoyed me. I understand the site wants professional people but I feel that they try hard to make things difficult. However, there are other freelance sites available, and I can learn from my mistake with Odesk. All I want is to make a little extra money while I wait for my regular job's work to increase. Odesk may be better suited for people who are already freelancers rather than people just starting out.
I am still coughing. I can't tell if it is getting better. Nothing really seems to help.
I finished my Spring sign. All but the backing. I started on Summer. Right away, I messed up by putting letters too close together. Honest, I know how to sew, I swear.
I've had a few more dreams. Most are vaguely threatening. I feel like people are plotting against me. I've taken to burning a good bit of incense and casting protective spells.
One of my New Year's Resolutions was to design cross stitch patterns. I have settled on my first design. I've decided on all the elements and now I am ready to draw. To create inspiration, I started a secret board on Pinterest. My plan is to make a Pagan design without obvious Pagan symbolism. I don't want to reveal too much, but I am very excited by how things are going.
The puppies are one week old today. I think they are now twice as big as when they were born.
I have decided to turn my bookcase altar into a hutch. I think my father can help me with this. The bookcase needs some work. The top of it is pitted and cracked. Some trim is missing. I think it was never added. The whole thing needs a good cleaning and either varnish or paint. I want to add some doors and some kind of decorative top shelving. What I would like to have is something obviously intended for the kitchen with the magick out of sight behind hutch doors. I don't know that Dad will be keen on the idea but damn it, I've been wanting a hutch for ages and the only way I am going to get one is to build it myself.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Like Crap on Toast, Thanks for Asking (The Mini Rant Post)
I have been coughing for nearly a week now. Nothing really seems to relieve it. This morning I woke up firmly in the grip of a chest cold. Or maybe it's allergies because my maple trees are covered in red buds. All I can tell you is I really don't feel good.
Queen had 10 puppies. They are healthy, squirming little things. Queen is a great Mom. She hardly leaves her babies and I have to coax her to eat or go outside. Halona and Sophie are spending a lot of time in the pen. Queen is very protective and I am the only one she will allow near the dog bed.
I dreamed of a Lynx last night. I dreamed I walked towards a car because I was going somewhere and a huge Lynx was laying on the car roof. I quickly backed away. The Lynx studied me for a moment then left. I got in the car on the other side and drove away.
I still love my job but I don't know about going in tomorrow. I may work half the day. Depends on how I feel tomorrow.
I am slowly working my way through a pile of books. Most of them I bought in a second-hand book store. I finished I, Elizabeth which I loved but it took forever to get through it due to the language. It very much sounded like the Queen herself speaking.
Next I read Bones which is about a serial killer and I couldn't put it down. Compared to how long it took to read I, Elizabeth I fairly sped through the book. The killer has a helper called "Moth" and I THOUGHT I knew who it was. Boy, was I ever wrong.
I just finished Respect the Spindle. It was informative and when I actually want to try my hand at spinning, I think I will be able to do it because the book explains everything you ever wanted to know about hand spinning. But it is boring. I started skipping sections. There's plenty of pictures and a good bit on spinning wheels. I can't recommend it unless you're a fiber artist looking for something to help you sleep.
I am about to start Dead Towns of Alabama. I ordered it (and Spindle) from Amazon. I like learning about my state. Since I grew up in a dead town (the cotton economy collapsed long ago) and I now live in another dead town (died with the birth of the Interstate system) I find dead towns to be a fascinating concept. My hometown and my current residence aren't exactly dead because there are still people in these places, but there is no growth, no business, and none of the things people take for granted like police, firefighters, schools, and gas stations. Police protection falls under the County Sheriff, the fire department is all volunteer, kids go to school in the next town over, the tiny post office takes over an hour for lunch, and you learn to fill up before leaving the big town. People still own houses, buildings, and land, but these places are no longer considered to be of any importance and thus not worth mentioning.
I am almost done with my Spring sign. I started the damn thing about two years ago. And now, finally, right before spring actually returns, I only have the background to fill in. I altered the design a good bit. I was getting really tired of it. The sign is plastic canvas and is supposed to feature several daffodils. Hah! I got sick of those stupid flowers. I stitched three daffodils then placed a humming bird above them. Much better, mainly because it was far less work. Did I mention I was tired of stitching this project?
I am almost done with a mirror I made for my niece. For her birthday. Which is in mid-February. Whatever. I was so proud of myself until I realized that I still have to find a box to ship it to her...
Will nearly fell through the bathroom floor. It's not as bad as it sounds, the board broke but there's no gapping hole. But we are going to have to crawl under the house for a patch job. The floor rotted because my landlord didn't believe me when I said the shower stall was leaking. A year after I told him of the leak, he replaced the plastic walls but didn't bother to replace the rotted wall studs and floor beam. I decided I didn't want to be without a bathroom again. So Will and I will patch it best we can and when I move in a month or so, my dumbass landlord can either make the proper repair while the house is vacant or he can pray our patch holds. I don't care.
Because I am moving, I am slowly going through stuff. I am throwing out useless things, broken things I probably won't repair, and stuff I don't want or don't like anymore. While I know I am making good progress, you can't see that anything is missing from my house. I hate moving. But it is good for the soul to figure out why we surround ourselves with stuff.
I have plenty more I could mention, but I'm starting to feel rather achy. I think I'll go back to bed.
Queen had 10 puppies. They are healthy, squirming little things. Queen is a great Mom. She hardly leaves her babies and I have to coax her to eat or go outside. Halona and Sophie are spending a lot of time in the pen. Queen is very protective and I am the only one she will allow near the dog bed.
I dreamed of a Lynx last night. I dreamed I walked towards a car because I was going somewhere and a huge Lynx was laying on the car roof. I quickly backed away. The Lynx studied me for a moment then left. I got in the car on the other side and drove away.
I still love my job but I don't know about going in tomorrow. I may work half the day. Depends on how I feel tomorrow.
I am slowly working my way through a pile of books. Most of them I bought in a second-hand book store. I finished I, Elizabeth which I loved but it took forever to get through it due to the language. It very much sounded like the Queen herself speaking.
Next I read Bones which is about a serial killer and I couldn't put it down. Compared to how long it took to read I, Elizabeth I fairly sped through the book. The killer has a helper called "Moth" and I THOUGHT I knew who it was. Boy, was I ever wrong.
I just finished Respect the Spindle. It was informative and when I actually want to try my hand at spinning, I think I will be able to do it because the book explains everything you ever wanted to know about hand spinning. But it is boring. I started skipping sections. There's plenty of pictures and a good bit on spinning wheels. I can't recommend it unless you're a fiber artist looking for something to help you sleep.
I am about to start Dead Towns of Alabama. I ordered it (and Spindle) from Amazon. I like learning about my state. Since I grew up in a dead town (the cotton economy collapsed long ago) and I now live in another dead town (died with the birth of the Interstate system) I find dead towns to be a fascinating concept. My hometown and my current residence aren't exactly dead because there are still people in these places, but there is no growth, no business, and none of the things people take for granted like police, firefighters, schools, and gas stations. Police protection falls under the County Sheriff, the fire department is all volunteer, kids go to school in the next town over, the tiny post office takes over an hour for lunch, and you learn to fill up before leaving the big town. People still own houses, buildings, and land, but these places are no longer considered to be of any importance and thus not worth mentioning.
I am almost done with my Spring sign. I started the damn thing about two years ago. And now, finally, right before spring actually returns, I only have the background to fill in. I altered the design a good bit. I was getting really tired of it. The sign is plastic canvas and is supposed to feature several daffodils. Hah! I got sick of those stupid flowers. I stitched three daffodils then placed a humming bird above them. Much better, mainly because it was far less work. Did I mention I was tired of stitching this project?
I am almost done with a mirror I made for my niece. For her birthday. Which is in mid-February. Whatever. I was so proud of myself until I realized that I still have to find a box to ship it to her...
Will nearly fell through the bathroom floor. It's not as bad as it sounds, the board broke but there's no gapping hole. But we are going to have to crawl under the house for a patch job. The floor rotted because my landlord didn't believe me when I said the shower stall was leaking. A year after I told him of the leak, he replaced the plastic walls but didn't bother to replace the rotted wall studs and floor beam. I decided I didn't want to be without a bathroom again. So Will and I will patch it best we can and when I move in a month or so, my dumbass landlord can either make the proper repair while the house is vacant or he can pray our patch holds. I don't care.
Because I am moving, I am slowly going through stuff. I am throwing out useless things, broken things I probably won't repair, and stuff I don't want or don't like anymore. While I know I am making good progress, you can't see that anything is missing from my house. I hate moving. But it is good for the soul to figure out why we surround ourselves with stuff.
I have plenty more I could mention, but I'm starting to feel rather achy. I think I'll go back to bed.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
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