I had a pretty full day yesterday. I cleaned the house within an inch of its life…large portions of it, anyway. I thought it was important to do before the new year. I dusted the TV room (which was atrocious and made my nose bleed), did about 7 loads of laundry, cleaned off the back deck, cleaned my bathroom, scrubbed the kitchen, and I barely dented the work that there is to be done.

The extra hour of sleep was nice. I’m trying to think of ways to cure my cauldron. I’m not sure what the handle is made of and I don’t want a molten lava mess in my oven right now. I could take the handle off, but that metal is stiff. I bought some “commercial” type suff for halloween because it makes me smile. I’ve got to find a few things for my ritual for friday night. Charcoal, incense, food, wine, etc. Today though, I have an date with an avacado. I think i might have a few slices on a black bean veggie burger and mash the rest up and give myself a facial. I didn’t know it, but Hugo hates avacados. ;_;

I believe I am going to move my altar from inside, to outside, or at least take it all outside when I use it. I can burn incense to my heart’s content, I can see the moon a lot of times from the back deck, its peaceful, secluded, and 9 feet off the ground so no nosy neighbors can easily tell what i’m doing. Unless they have binoculars, in which case, they have already seen me lounging totally naked, having sex, dancing and/or meditating. I don’t suppose seeing me sitting at a small table and talking to myself would be all that shocking.

Every Sabbat and season change I tell myself that I am going to really go for it. Decorate the house, full blown ritual, cakes, wine, besoms, and chanting. I know that isn’t the point of things and I shouldn’t beat myself up for not being able to exactly make it. I want to do it though. I think I am in desperate need of some local community support. I don’t want to be a part of a coven, but it sure would be nice to have that Southern Baptist sense of community, except all those gathered wouldn’t be spewing fire and brimstone. They’d be talking about permaculture, their love for the mother AND the father and the bunnies and the babies and who brought the ham? Don’t they know we don’t eat anything with a face around here? Ahh…to live on The Farm.

I have a date with a 2005 spätlese today and I am hoping we can go see Nightmare Before Christmas in 3D @ The Pinnacle today. I had better jump on the rest of my preparations and move. If I don’t get back to the blog in time, have a happy and safe Samhain, friends. Leave some cookies out for Sandy Claws.

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