Blessings Darlings!
We use our toaster oven a heck of a lot. Altho’ it is not at all insulated, we figure that by heating the smaller space for small baking jobs we save energy and money.
No, I’ve not measured the electric(…)
Hoping for Mud Season
Blessings, Darlings!
I mentioned “mud season” in last week’s Imbolc post. For those of you with lawns rather than pasture areas, let me explain this a bit. Mud is what you get when you combine pastures with animals (especially(…)
storm in a teacup
I’ve been to Greece. The clear blue of the Aegean brought home to me this was the home of the gods. The birthplace of the Olympics. You could feel their presence as if they still walked the streets. Such is the feeling I get as I now sit by a long(…)
Imbolg!
Blessings Darlings!
Being as I’m even more of a hermit than my friend Suz is, I don’t get out much. But today I found myself driving off to the Big City on business, and I ran smack dab into Imbolg.
At first(…)
How We Define Ourselves
My february entry for the Hartford FAVs site is up, looking at how we as a community define ourselves. http://hartfordfavs.com/faith/clergy-and-congregations/how-we-define-ourselves
Good News!
Blessings Darlings!
We just got off the phone with the State of West Virginia …. and discovered if the only employees of a business are the owners they don’t have to pay unemployment insurance.
Wow!
Instead(…)
A Cup of Tea
Blessings Darlings!
My Mother was one of eight children. Her parents, and about half of her siblings, were immigrants to the US. They did well, but let’s face it – raising eight children takes a chunk of money, especially when(…)
Old Gods in a Modern World
I have started blogging once a month for Moon Books – here is my first entry for them, an essay about how the Old Gods fit into a modern world (…)
Endgame
Blessings Darlings! This is the conclusion of the story of what we’ve been up to.
BACK TO THE SHIT
Mother In Law did well for a while with rehab and such. Then … things started to go south. And(…)
Yet Another Tale
“Guys, I’m not up for any trouble today.” I shake my head and start to walk away.
“Trouble for what?” Shit. I turn to find a squat little man, in squat little robes, with a squat pointy hat, and a long grey beard in the process of being brushed and groomed. If a dwarf wanted to cosplay as Gandalf, here was the prize winner.
3,876 words.