Well, it’s accidentally been about a month since I’ve written anything personal. Whoops. Time flies when you’re having fun, right? Too bad fun is nowhere to be found. The past month has been very difficult in terms of existing. There isn’t even a specific reason, that’s just the way my brain is working these days.
Mom held her annual Easter Egg Hunt this past Saturday, only it rained all day so we had to find a way to entertain and hide the eggs for SIXTEEN CHILDREN inside our crammed apartment. It ended up being a huge success, but man oh man was it exhausting. Mom always outdoes herself though, and every kid got about 30 eggs and played games for awesome prizes, as well as did arts and crafts. I’m still finding popped balloon bits all over the place.
I’ve been going to Mrs. CJ’s house and helping her out still. She’s the sweetest thing and we always end up talking about life. This summer I will be babysitting for my aunt 3 days a week and I may be babysitting for another neighbor as well, but she hasn’t confirmed anything with me. So at least I will still be making money. I still haven’t gotten my car fixed. Since parts actually fell off, it’s going to be over five hundred dollars to fix it. I’m saving but slowly, it’s nice to be able to buy my own snacks and the occasional book or whatever here and there. Especially since I am made to feel like a leach when I eat things that ‘they bought’. Just to clarify, I am not talking about my mom, she is the only one that makes me feel welcome here. I am so grateful for her and her patience with me.
In terms of this blog, I’ve invited a kindred spirit to the project of starting this coven. I think he will be a huge asset to the blog. He is also a Virgo so I trust him (sort of) to keep it organized. I think it’s gonna turn out to be pretty awesome, but I may be biased.
I’ve been invited to be a co-author here, for which I am extremely excited! If you want more of my own stuff, check out @mgreywood both here and on tumblr!
My name is Michael Greywood. I’m 28, a father, a poet and a memeber of the OBOD (Bardic Grade). I live in northwestern Ohio and I have been a practicing witch for nearly two decades and druid for half that time.
I’m excited to be here and a part of this amazing informational source!
Just wanted to take a quick few minutes to say happy Ostara! This is my new baby Pothos I will be trying to keep alive, gifted to me from Mrs. CJ.
I have really been struggling the past few days with things like the will to live, so having a little plant baby to care for should help. I’m also looking forward for the ever growing amount of sunshine that’s about to be in my life.
I really want to write more than once a week, it’s just that I really don’t have anything going on. Other than going to Mrs. CJ’s every day and doing miscellaneous things for her. I don’t really see anyone, no one reaches out to me anymore. That’s the downside of going into depressive episodes, you pass and bail on so many invites, that the invites stop coming, even when you start feeling better. I’m not feeling 100% better yet though. It is still a huge effort for me to shower and find clean clothes, usually by the time I am done with that I am exhausted. I get my spontaneous good days though, usually when the sun is shining and I miraculously don’t have a migraine. They don’t coincide very often. On those days I want to take over the world, and then for example, I’ll go to one store with my sister and want to go to a bunch more, but we don’t because five minutes later I am sweating profusely and having a migraine aura and by the time we are back in the car I can barely move my head. What a day to not wear sunglasses. Not to mention that the next day my left arm was sore from HOLDING A FEW ARTICLES OF CLOTHING OVER IT WHILE I SHOPPED. If that doesn’t scream that I don’t get out much, then I don’t know what would, other than actual bedsores.
At least I have Meika though. My perfect pup is doing much better after that terrifying seizure last week. She is always by my side and even when we sleep, she has to be touching me. She will sleep back to back with me, with her head on the pillow. She usually burrows under the blankets and will curl up into my tummy or the back of my knees. Last night she migrated off her bed (which is on the left side of my bed, slightly loser than the pillow on that side) and she stretched and I woke up to a paw in the face. Can’t be mad though, she plays the cute card well.
I am planning a post about how I organize my Grimoire and what my process is for finding the right info to put in it. I’ll get around to it when I have the energy to take pictures and find the right words to explain it all.
Is it bad that I am so happy it’s Friday so that I can lay in bed for 2 days and not be disturbed?
It has been quite an emotional week. I don’t even know where to start.
Thursday, I was at Mrs. CJ’s house warming up her heating pad when my mom called, and all I could hear was “Your dog is having a seizure, run home!” So I did exactly that. My poor beautiful pup was playing with my 15 year old sister and suddenly stopped responding to the squeak toy and my sister started petting her and, in her words ‘she put all her weight in my hand and started to crinkle up and shake’. When I got there she walked up to me and started licking my face but you could totally tell she was terrified and disoriented. The poor little angle. So I sat with her on my lap for a little bit and then she jumped down to lay in her favorite spot by the door-wall in the sunlight. As I am watching her, she starts voiding her bladder! Like she didn’t even know it was happening. That sort of freaked me out but not as much as when I scooted her away to clean it up and she threw up twice and voided her bowels all while laying down. At that point I was terrified and I laid her blanket out on the floor and brought her to it to lay down, along with her favorite toys and her water. I had my sister sit with her while I cleaned up, and then we called he emergency vet. They said those reactions are normal after a seizure and that she should start getting back to herself within 20 minutes. It was the most terrifying experience of my life. She is still sort of shaky and skittish too. We’ve been snuggling and napping and I am absolutely afraid to let her out of my sight. Also, you never notice how many weird things your dog does until you are afraid that every weird thing is a seizure coming about. I love her so much, and she is doing much better, back at her life goal of destroying every tennis ball that crosses her path.