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• Sunday, December 19th, 2010

I’m not exactly one who rejoices during the holiday season.  For the most part, it’s overwhelming to me – the parties, the insanity at the malls, the expectation to be cheery at all times and what not.  If anything, I struggle with more depression than normal during December – and most of it is holiday overload.  The fact that it begins earlier and earlier every year?  By this time of the year, it’s torture.  I nearly lost it with the chaos at the mall on Friday night when we went to see Tron.  The crowds were just so overwhelming, and I still hadn’t quite recovered from my claustrophobia during the fun, but very crowded, office party the night before.

I do try to avoid dealing with the holidays for as long as humanly possible.  If need be, I’ll pay the extra money for overnight shipping just so I can avoid dealing with it – because  I know once I make a step out into the world of “Holiday Season,” it will consume time until the 25th.  So as always, I’m doing gifts… this week.  I still haven’t started on cards, although I expect I’ll get them done this week, too.  (IMHO, as long as they’re out by New Years, I consider them on time).

I think part of the frustration is pure loneliness.  Among most of my friends, I never get acknowledgments for my religious holidays, even though theirs are always surrounded by celebration and joy (and my good wishes to them).  Yule, like other Pagan holidays, passes with barely a thought – and certainly few comments from the non-Pagans in my circle of friends (who know I am Pagan).  Even if I make a comment on Facebook to wish others a happy so-and-so, nothing is returned.  I don’t think it’s anything personal against me, but still… it’s one of those things that just makes me retreat just that little bit more.  I get that my faith is not seen as real or valid by a significant chunk of the population.  I’ve gotten that for years. But dammit, it would be nice to get some acknowledgment from the friends who have known me for half my life – during which time I have always been Pagan.

I will say this – I’ve only had one run-in with the fundie “Jesus is the Reason for the Season” obnoxiousness so far.  I replied very quickly with “Goddess bless you,” and kept walking.

Perhaps a good sitting for Yule will make me feel better.

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• Sunday, October 31st, 2010

Blessed Samhain, fellow Pagan friends.  :)  May the new year bring blessings to you and yours.

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• Monday, December 21st, 2009

Wishing my fellow Pagans a blessed Yule. :) May the candles you light tonight keep you warm the whole year through.

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• Sunday, December 21st, 2008

(being snarky) Remember… Axial tilt is the reason for the season…. (/snark)

It’s a snowy one here – it’s been snowing almost consistently since Friday afternoon. We’re up to about a foot, give or take an inch, and it’s coming down pretty heavy now. Supposedly it’s going to change to rain later, although honestly I hope it doesn’t. Since it’s the first snow of the season here, there’s a pretty, peaceful feel about it. I’d love it to be a white Christmas this year.

After then, it can go away. :)

I’ve received quite a few cards this week – thank you all! :)

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• Friday, October 31st, 2008

Blessed Samhain and Happy Halloween all. :)

Not celebrating the former tonight, but am celebrating the latter. We have 20 bags of candy on deck for trick-or-treaters this evening, and with the absolutely beautiful weather we’re having today, I imagine the vast majority of it will be gone by 9 p.m., handed out to the vast hordes of kids who will roam our neighborhood.

We live in one of THOSE neighborhoods. And honestly, handing out candy is a good time for me – it’s one of those few times I really feel part of my neighborhood, since I travel so far to work. For the most part, the kids are polite and say thank you. When the junior high and high schoolers come around, you grab the candy, guard the bowl, and hand it to them (as they have the tendency to be obnoxious and try to grab everything). For the toddlers and younger kids, you let them pick pieces.

I’m not petty – I don’t care if kids have costumes or not. We live on the edge of a very poor neighborhood, and it’s why we get so many kids – ours is safe and well-lit, with almost entirely single family homes. So the kids from the rough neighborhoods come here. While yes, I don’t think it’s much effort to throw an old ratty sheet over your head with holes in it (I got a rock…), *shrug* not my place to judge where each family’s at. Particularly in these times.

So yeah… should be a fun evening, sitting on the front steps with one of my new Doctor Who novels in hand should the guys not choose to join me to hang out. :)

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New eggs for the day in the Dragon Cave. I imagine only for Halloween:

Adopt one today!

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Erich bought me my Yule/Christmas/Birthday present (the present combo is traditional from somene… since I was, like, 3…) early – a new laptop! :) My poor old iBook died a few months ago after six hard years of service.

Now that the newest model Macs are out, the 2008 models have been slashed quite a bit. PLUS – my office gives a generous one-time discount for energy-saver computer purchases. So it really was a great deal. I haven’t seen it yet, but I know it’s a 15″ MacBook Pro. Can. Not. Wait. to have my own computer again (it has now been over a month… I’m going through withdrawl). This move may be equally to release his laptop from my clutches so I don’t fill it with fanfic. :)

And I’ll once again have a working Mac. All is right with the world.

*bounces happily*

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• Sunday, March 23rd, 2008

Blessed Ostara, Purim, and Easter to those who celebrated this weekend.

My weekend was celebrating food in all of its forms – St. Patrick’s Day, Belated was the closest we came to celebrating any real holiday. And we did well, I think.

I was released from work at 3 p.m. on Friday, and since the schedules are screwy for the mid-afternoon MBTA trains, I bought an Amtrak ticket, then caught the RIPTA bus home… where I found scuba_mo hanging out in his car in front of our house because he didn’t have a key (I may have to solve that little issue shortly…)

Erich got home at his normal time. whishastar arrived a couple hours later, and we had a relaxing night of watching Torchwood, goofing off, and hanging out.

Saturday will forever be known as The Day Mel Cooked A Lot – I started with fresh scones to start the morning, served with clotted cream (woots! I found it!) and a choice of either blueberry or black cherry jam. The entire batch of scones disappeared quickly – and everyone liked the clotted cream… it will become a common thing in our household, I think! While we ate and had the morning coffee rounds, we caught whishastar up on some episodes of X-Files.

Around noon, we headed out to do a little shopping – first to Newbury Comics (where almost all of the Who action figures are on sale, I might add). I bought my regeneration set, so I now have Doc Nine and Doc Ten in the black leather. :) (Erich promptly started putting them in gay sex poses on the table when the package was opened at home, the brat!)

Bought issue #2 of the Who comic. Then went to pick up the final couple things I needed for dinner at the next door supermarket. We ate lunch, and then went over to Best Buy, where I bought a very spiffy and probably way too expensive backpack (after tax, $100) for commuting – my current one is starting to rip apart a bit, has a hole starting in the base, and most importantly… is sadly smelling a bit of cat pee despite having put it through the wash. So, yeah – time to replace it. *sigh* The new one is quite spiffy, has pocketses for everything, and should serve me well for at least four years like my last one did.

We then went home, and I started the big corned beef, cabbage, and veggies dinner for St. Patrick’s Day that I just couldn’t have cooked on Monday due to work. Around 6 p.m., Tone and Robin arrived, and he promptly started making the jokes that despite centuries of the Irish boiling food, it took the Polish girl to make corned beef that he liked – and continued to rave about it for the rest of the evening. :)

It did come out very well, I have to say – took about four hours, all told… not too bad. I’ve made notes on my recipe to make sure to get the brisket next year – we had one piece of brisket and one piece of whatever the other available cut was… and the brisket was far more tender with less fat on it. I liked the multi-colored potato mix (white, red, and blue… how patriotic). Cabbage was eh… I’ll probably cut down on that next time because most people don’t eat much of it, and it really didn’t cook quickly. I adapted the mustard sauce my mom often put over carrots when we were younger – it worked great as a side sauce for whatever people wanted to use it for. :)

We had leftovers, but honestly nowhere near what I thought we would. Six people went through about five out of the six and change pounds of corned beef. We do have enough for another dinner, though, I think.

And I also managed to cook Monday night’s dinner while I was at it – my grandma’s kielbasa and kraut recipe. It’s definitely one of those “gets better second day” recipes… so it should be fantastic tomorrow.

It’s cabbage week at the household de Mel – and not intentionally.

Maybe we’ll have corned beef rubens later this week. :)

Tone also brought an external drive… because after months of pushing him to watch Doctor Who, he finally came around via watching Torchwood (which he didn’t know upon first viewing was Who-related… hee!). He’s now NetFlixed the first two seasons of Who, but got the third from me… and I told him to get his butt down to our house for S4 on April 5th. It very well may happen.

scuba_mo hung out for most of today. We watched a couple episodes of Blake’s 7, I did a ton (translation… about 150 stitches) on Fantasy Tryptich, filling in a couple of the horse legs.

And now the house is quiet, and I’m off to celebrate the official 6 month mark since getting married with my husband. :)

Back to reality tomorrow…

vylit_rain, working on the response to your question on the meme, but it’s a difficult subject for me to get into words… so it may take a while…

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• Wednesday, October 31st, 2007

but I sat.

And it was good.

Except for my circle crashing down a bit hard on my head as I attempted to release it. And some very shaky grounding technique post-ritual. My hands and feet are still buzzing.

*sigh*

Drew cards to reflect. Standard ten. I really, REALLY don’t like the look of the Tower in position #1, but I’ll see where the rest of the reading goes as I reflect (cards don’t come naturally to me). Lots of sevens and nines. I think I pulled all four nines, in fact.

I’ll sit again on Friday out on the dock, post TBS degree. Fellow sisters are welcome.

And with that, I must finish my cider and go collapse.

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• Sunday, March 23rd, 2003

Goddess what a trying week. Glad it’s over. Glad it’s spring. Glad that I can have some new beginnings and look at things without the pressures that have been building up for months.

As someone said in an email to me this week– friendships with rules aren’t friendships at all.

She’s right. They’re not. LGM and I both learned that lesson after five years of absolute hell that we put each other through. A friendship where at least one party is afraid to speak up — with good reason because the other party will have none of it– when something is concerning him or her isn’t a friendship at all.

As someone else said to me in person today… “if someone acts like that, I don’t have time for them. Far too busy in life to put up with that crap.”

Yeah.

It’s now Spring. It’s time for rebirth, for renewal, and for new growth. The letter to my father was the first step of this.

I intend to do just that.

For those who emailed me this week to make me laugh or just calm down– thanks. I needed it. For those who aided in the frustration this week and reaffirmed the points of irritation I had to begin with– I hope someday, you can realize that friendships are a two-way street. No one’s completely to blame, but no one’s completely innocent, either. I wish you well.

Onward to better, brighter pastures…

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