Finally hit the road about 9:30 am on Friday and fought that blasted east wind every time we headed southerly. Laughingly, once we hit Kansas, the wind changed to SW at the same 30-40 mph speed. Poor Cricket went through so much fuel on Friday; she's never had such a fight. Russell and I rolled into Andover in time to snag Tori and the two youngest and have dinner at the Chalet. Thanks, brother mine, for picking up the tab!
Saturday was spent shopping with Tori, Keegan and Anna, while Russell stayed at the house with Justin. They got well acquainted and I think it's a match made between two rough and tumble guys. If J can adapt to Russell's handicaps, I think they'll enjoy some hunting and fishing guy time together. ;) Maybe with Bowen, too.
Saturday evening, Russell had us order pizza for supper. Since we needed to go pick it up, we decided to hit Grove's, too, and picked up a couple of Ace cider 6-packs to go with the pizza. Watched TV, talked, played with the kids, and just had a sweet at-home evening. Sure wish my other kid and his lady could have been with us. Rich and Lisa, we have to plan a trip together!
Sunday, after much debate and so forth, I purchased Tori and I each a Nook Color. We still haven't worked out all the minute details, as we're sharing an account, but I think we'll be fine.
Tiny showed up mid afternoon and then we had a great visit from Vickie, Nick and the kids. I was good to see Vickie and Ceri again, meet her fella, Nick, and the two additions to the family, Nick's kids, Star and Kyle. Tiny wrestled and tusseled with the kids; Tori, Vickie and I talked; Justin, Nick and Russell sat outside and talked and smoked. Nice afternoon and I want more of them!
Tiny decided to take off for home again, after everyone left, via the Chalet, and ended up coming back because he was too toasted to drive home. Yeah, right, I won't see you later. LOL!
I took Tori, Anna, Keegan,Tiny, Russell, Kat, and Davis to dinner at the Asian Super Buffett, and we had a wonderful evening together. I was able to become a bit better acquainted with Kat and Davis, and can't wait to spend more time with them. Tiny headed home from there, Kat and Davis headed home, and we went back to Chez Alexander. Russell watched TV with the kids, Tori and I played with our Nooks, and we had a nice night together.
Russell had a great time with the dogs and the kids and the new friends and wants to go back! Yay! We also talked about him moving down with Al and I, or even before, and I think he will. He likes the area, he loves the kids, and thinks the warmer climate would be good for his aches and pains. I agree! Time to plan the next trip or two down!
That's all for now!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
April 10, 2011
A gorgeous morning. I am sitting in my room, window open, coffee and computer at hand, music playing, watching a young squirrel look for tasty bits in the yard. My birds are chattering to be uncovered and the birds outside are relaying the news.
Today will be a good day to go get the cuttings from Mama's forsythia. Time to start my natural fencing and have some of Mama to see every day. Maybe I'll dig up some daffys, too. ;) Not sure about the holly. I deal with enough pricks without adding that to the mix. Yes, it's a good thing to have, but really, aren't the thistles enough?
Time to get off the computer, feed the dogs, grab my "yummy" metal shavings tasting Lean Shake, take my vitamins, and hit the world running. Woot.
12:52 pm
Daffodils dug up, forsythia pruned and soaking in water, containers purchased in which to root forsythia, yummy salad being consumed for lunch, after which I will go out and ready containers to hold soaking and rooting forsythia, then plant daffodils.
It is currently 78 degrees, the windows are open, the fans are on, and it is a lovely day.
4:19 pm
So, the forsythia is all shifted into the new buckets and sitting out in the warm weather. Didn't get the daffodils planted; ran out of steam. Damn this bronchitis, anyway. So, a nap was had and now it is a balmy 82 degrees with storms probably on the way for tonight. Guess I'll be snuggling pupper girls all night again. Oh well, off we go!
9:11 pm
The storms seem to have disipated into thin air and storm percentages keep dropping. Yay! I might get to sleep!
The car is cleaned out, bike rack mounted, and bike on the rack. Yes, I know, it all has to be taken off to load the trunk for the trip this weekend, but my bike tires need air. I'll do that tomorrow, then offload the rack again until Thursday night.
Taking Mama's bike to Tori so there are enough to go around down there, and Anna has one she can grow into; either Tori's or Mama's. Trying to figure out how to use the bike rack for hauling more down there. Oh well, we'll take a truck load in July.
That's all for now. Gonna go chat with my girl.
Today will be a good day to go get the cuttings from Mama's forsythia. Time to start my natural fencing and have some of Mama to see every day. Maybe I'll dig up some daffys, too. ;) Not sure about the holly. I deal with enough pricks without adding that to the mix. Yes, it's a good thing to have, but really, aren't the thistles enough?
Time to get off the computer, feed the dogs, grab my "yummy" metal shavings tasting Lean Shake, take my vitamins, and hit the world running. Woot.
12:52 pm
Daffodils dug up, forsythia pruned and soaking in water, containers purchased in which to root forsythia, yummy salad being consumed for lunch, after which I will go out and ready containers to hold soaking and rooting forsythia, then plant daffodils.
It is currently 78 degrees, the windows are open, the fans are on, and it is a lovely day.
4:19 pm
So, the forsythia is all shifted into the new buckets and sitting out in the warm weather. Didn't get the daffodils planted; ran out of steam. Damn this bronchitis, anyway. So, a nap was had and now it is a balmy 82 degrees with storms probably on the way for tonight. Guess I'll be snuggling pupper girls all night again. Oh well, off we go!
9:11 pm
The storms seem to have disipated into thin air and storm percentages keep dropping. Yay! I might get to sleep!
The car is cleaned out, bike rack mounted, and bike on the rack. Yes, I know, it all has to be taken off to load the trunk for the trip this weekend, but my bike tires need air. I'll do that tomorrow, then offload the rack again until Thursday night.
Taking Mama's bike to Tori so there are enough to go around down there, and Anna has one she can grow into; either Tori's or Mama's. Trying to figure out how to use the bike rack for hauling more down there. Oh well, we'll take a truck load in July.
That's all for now. Gonna go chat with my girl.
Friday, April 1, 2011
The Woman who is Mumsy
I was Jeanne, for a very long time. I am Mumsy.
I was raised in a noisy, happy home, by a woman who was not happy in her life. My Mama married a man who loved his toys, and those toys were both animate and inanimate. There was never enough money because of the motorbikes, the sports cars, the airplanes, and the camping "gear," not to mention what he spent on his girlfriends. I love you Dad, but you were a rake and a cad and you treated my Mama like dirt.
We went to church, Dad's church, and it was all about God and money. I was "asked" to leave Sunday school at the age of ten or eleven because I asked questions the teachers could not or would not answer. Yes, I started questioning Christianity very early. When Mama stopped making us go, I stopped going. Too much did not make sense. How can one book be "the way, the truth, and the light" and not another? Why do we attribute this book as written by "God," when it was written by men?
As my own first marriage continued to deteriorate and become an unhappy place, I started looking for something to bring me peace and a bit of harmony. Happiness was more than I felt I could ask for. One morning, on my way to my park hideaway, I turned into the drive of the RLDS church. I didn't know why then, I do now. I did receive welcome, felt a harmony, and asked Mama to join me one morning. This was the church in which she had been raised and I was the instrument to bring her back. She found her forever home. Me? Not so much. Still too many misfit feelings. While I love the church for what they gave me and what they gave Mama, it was still too "wrong" for me.
The marriage withered, died, and I filed for divorce in 1994. I ran into an "old acquaintance" one night in a favorite pub. He invited me to a Renaissance recruiting party. I put on a "costume" and had a blast. A new friend helped me to put together a decent set of garb and Al and I went to The Des Moines Renaissance Festival. It became our hobby, our home away from home, and we were good at it. The friendship became a romance, and the romance became the love of my life. I was hooked on both the faires and the man, and on September 17, 1995, Alesandre pledged her love and her life to her Aelric as Queen and King of the Des Moines Renaissance Festival.
It was through my friends in the festival circuit that I finally found my true path while researching for a performance. I knew the festival circuit was filled with those following "alternate" paths and did not want to offend anyone with my portrayal of myth and magic. I found my true Home through that research. I was able to finally find my way to my true self. I am an ecclectic Pagan, a first degree Wiccan Priestess, and an ordained multi-faith minister.
Mumsy is the name I was given by one of my daughters in the festival circuit; my Paisley. And from whom Dadu also received his family nickname. Siobhan is still very much a part of our life, though far away now. I miss you, sweetin.
I am still reading, learning and, now, ready to teach what I have learned while still fully a student of the natural spiritual pathways I love so much. And that is where Ruadh Raven Rosmerta begins.
I was raised in a noisy, happy home, by a woman who was not happy in her life. My Mama married a man who loved his toys, and those toys were both animate and inanimate. There was never enough money because of the motorbikes, the sports cars, the airplanes, and the camping "gear," not to mention what he spent on his girlfriends. I love you Dad, but you were a rake and a cad and you treated my Mama like dirt.
We went to church, Dad's church, and it was all about God and money. I was "asked" to leave Sunday school at the age of ten or eleven because I asked questions the teachers could not or would not answer. Yes, I started questioning Christianity very early. When Mama stopped making us go, I stopped going. Too much did not make sense. How can one book be "the way, the truth, and the light" and not another? Why do we attribute this book as written by "God," when it was written by men?
As my own first marriage continued to deteriorate and become an unhappy place, I started looking for something to bring me peace and a bit of harmony. Happiness was more than I felt I could ask for. One morning, on my way to my park hideaway, I turned into the drive of the RLDS church. I didn't know why then, I do now. I did receive welcome, felt a harmony, and asked Mama to join me one morning. This was the church in which she had been raised and I was the instrument to bring her back. She found her forever home. Me? Not so much. Still too many misfit feelings. While I love the church for what they gave me and what they gave Mama, it was still too "wrong" for me.
The marriage withered, died, and I filed for divorce in 1994. I ran into an "old acquaintance" one night in a favorite pub. He invited me to a Renaissance recruiting party. I put on a "costume" and had a blast. A new friend helped me to put together a decent set of garb and Al and I went to The Des Moines Renaissance Festival. It became our hobby, our home away from home, and we were good at it. The friendship became a romance, and the romance became the love of my life. I was hooked on both the faires and the man, and on September 17, 1995, Alesandre pledged her love and her life to her Aelric as Queen and King of the Des Moines Renaissance Festival.
It was through my friends in the festival circuit that I finally found my true path while researching for a performance. I knew the festival circuit was filled with those following "alternate" paths and did not want to offend anyone with my portrayal of myth and magic. I found my true Home through that research. I was able to finally find my way to my true self. I am an ecclectic Pagan, a first degree Wiccan Priestess, and an ordained multi-faith minister.
Mumsy is the name I was given by one of my daughters in the festival circuit; my Paisley. And from whom Dadu also received his family nickname. Siobhan is still very much a part of our life, though far away now. I miss you, sweetin.
I am still reading, learning and, now, ready to teach what I have learned while still fully a student of the natural spiritual pathways I love so much. And that is where Ruadh Raven Rosmerta begins.
The Mother Becomes The Teacher - Ruadh Raven Rosmerta
Hard-learned lessons in a life of challenges are what have shaped and honed the woman who is now Ruadh Raven Rosmerta. But those lessons have not made me bitter or resentful; they have freed me and given me the wings of joy on which I have chosen to fly.
Life is a rose garden full of beauty and pain. Roses bloom beautifully, but are guarded by thick, sharp thorns. If you cannot bear the pain to pick them, you simply sit and stare at their beauty from a distance, hoping that the breeze will waft the scent to you.
Not for me, thank you. That is not how I want to live my life. Not any longer. I'll grit my teeth, grab the stem, cut the bloom, and enjoy the perfume while I suck the blood from my punctures.
From the ashes of a horrendous marriage, with the help of other wise women, a man who gave me the freedom of a true love, and the discovery of my true selves, I have risen and become, not a Phoenix, but a dragon, a raven, a wolf, a daughter of Athena, Boudicca, Artemis, Demeter, an owl, a wise woman, the heart of my pack, a joyous traveler on this world, a student, a teacher. A woman of many hats, so to speak.
I found sisters, brothers, daughters, sons, other family and friends by allowing myself to suspend disbelief; to know that there are no limits, no bounds. That time is open and unlimited.
I found MY daughter. My Victoria Jeanne. My Tori. Because I was willing to believe the impossible. From acknowledging that discovery, my mind was able to expand, to fill, to grow and fill further still, to begin to fulfill my purpose on this Earth. I am here to teach, but to continue to learn as I do so.
I thank you for the honor you have given me by allowing me to be your teacher. We will go far together.
You are the master of your world.
The impossible does not exist.
Open your mind.
Open your heart.
Let your soul soar.
Learn to fly.
Life is a rose garden full of beauty and pain. Roses bloom beautifully, but are guarded by thick, sharp thorns. If you cannot bear the pain to pick them, you simply sit and stare at their beauty from a distance, hoping that the breeze will waft the scent to you.
Not for me, thank you. That is not how I want to live my life. Not any longer. I'll grit my teeth, grab the stem, cut the bloom, and enjoy the perfume while I suck the blood from my punctures.
From the ashes of a horrendous marriage, with the help of other wise women, a man who gave me the freedom of a true love, and the discovery of my true selves, I have risen and become, not a Phoenix, but a dragon, a raven, a wolf, a daughter of Athena, Boudicca, Artemis, Demeter, an owl, a wise woman, the heart of my pack, a joyous traveler on this world, a student, a teacher. A woman of many hats, so to speak.
I found sisters, brothers, daughters, sons, other family and friends by allowing myself to suspend disbelief; to know that there are no limits, no bounds. That time is open and unlimited.
I found MY daughter. My Victoria Jeanne. My Tori. Because I was willing to believe the impossible. From acknowledging that discovery, my mind was able to expand, to fill, to grow and fill further still, to begin to fulfill my purpose on this Earth. I am here to teach, but to continue to learn as I do so.
I thank you for the honor you have given me by allowing me to be your teacher. We will go far together.
You are the master of your world.
The impossible does not exist.
Open your mind.
Open your heart.
Let your soul soar.
Learn to fly.
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