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I have an apartment. It will be ready to move in to on the 6th of June. Here's my latest GoFundMe update with the particulars.


First of all, THANK YOU to everyone who has so far helped with this campaign. Your generosity is truly humblings, and I hope I can someday do the same for you, or anyone who may need whatever help I can provide! Now, down to the nitty gritty. I was approved for an apartment at Stonesthrow in Greenville, South Carolina. True, it's not Asheville, but it's closer to my family and friends, both of whom I need more than trying to capture the happiness I felt in my childhood in Asheville. Sometimes, necessity and simple contentment outweigh dreams that may have run their course. The move-in date is June 6th. It is unfurnished, and I have no furniture of which to speak. I have the old dining room table that was made by Grandaddy, at least I think it's still down at the old house. That's it. Needless to say, if I have any money left after paying deposits, rent, and getting utilities and Internet, my funds will be reserved for things like a bed. I still have a long, hard row to sow, so please keep up what little momentum this campaign still has, 'cos I'm still $495 away from my goal, and I'm more than a little scared right now.


If you wish to help by contributing or sharing my campaign, please click:

Help Tin Get Rehomed

tinhuviel: (Confused Ren)

Something alarming occurred the other day, with which I am only now coming to grips.  I’m still uncertain of how I feel about it, so of course, I have come to the Cliffs to process.  

 

Here’s the thing:  When Cameron and I went up to Asheville on Thursday, I felt at home, but I also experienced some unease.  It did not feel like when I arrived in Duncan.  Asheville felt like my heart, my origins, but Duncan felt like family.  And family is what I desperately need right now.  Also, most of my non-Internet Tribe reside in the Greenville-Spartanburg area, which encircles Duncan.

 

If I went to Asheville, I would be on my own.  Completely.  And I’m not sure I want to do that anymore.  In San Diego, I discovered that I was on my own pretty quickly and, even though I was technically with family, I maintained an undercurrent of discomfiture and disconnection for almost the entire four years I was out there.

 

Given my seizures and other health problems, do I really want to risk total seclusion?  In all honesty, I’m not sure.

 

Janice is letting me stay with her for a trial month.  It will be a financial boon as I look for a place, but I’m not currently comfortable landing in a place where I no longer know anyone, have no family, and no way to get to a doctor if I had an emergency.  It may not be the wisest move for me to make, and I’m doing my best to make wiser choices, considering the disaster that was the move West.

 

The grass is not necessarily always greener and, even though the Upstate is the Armpit of Hell, it’s not the Taint, which would be Linda Vista, the neighbourhood in SD in which I lived.  That said, the reasons for each infernal designation are radically different.  The Upstate is the Armpit because of the political and spiritual climate out here.  Even though a good chunk of the population is fraught with narrow-mindedness and ignorance, they’re decent folk, and they understand so much more clearly the importance of family and friendship.  People in San Diego do, too, but the ones I had the most contact with were not among them, so my living environment out there is what makes Linda Vista the Taint of Hell.  It’s no shade on the city of San Diego itself.

 

The rent here is cheaper, too, which would be a serious blessing for the duration I get settled back in, and discover the things I need to purchase to properly do so.  Asheville still isn’t out of the question.  I still dream of living in the place I was at my happiest, but perhaps it’s time for me to simply be content. Besides, my work in activism would be better served in an area that needs it.  I don’t want to preach to the choir, I want to reach people who have no idea they are living in bondage, a bondage of the mind and spirit.  San Diego is woke as fuck, and Asheville is deeply aware, but the Upstate is caught up in the machinations of Aggressive Stupidity, and many people being carried along in that wave don’t know they have options.  

 

So, yeah, I’ve got a lot to think, pray, and write about these next few days.  In the meantime, I’m keeping all options open, and I’m waiting for the place I need to be, to be revealed.  I’ll know it when it happens.

tinhuviel: (Darth Geek)

After spending almost four years in San Diego, I have returned home to the South, and am actively hunting for a home in Asheville, North Carolina, my home town.  Despite my efforts to avoid this, I’m setting up this account to raise funds to help me swiftly find and pay for a place to live.  I’m aiming to obtain at least $1000, hopefully within the next week, which will cover travel costs accrued from searching, and most of a security deposit for a home.  I initially had enough money to make the move without incident, but my original plans fell through, and my last minute arrangements cost me $2000 that I had not expected to spend; rather, it was the nest egg I had to help me get around to find a domicile.  Now that that’s gone, I have had no choice but to turn to GoFundMe and friends.  So, if you can spare anything at all, it would be deeply appreciated.  I promise I will be updating on how the money is used and when I am settled in my new home.  To visit my campaign, you need only click on the screen cap below, or right here. Thank you in advance!



 

Home

Apr. 27th, 2017 08:02 pm
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They say that home is where the heart is. If that's the case, I'm headed home no later than the 9th of May, where I shall find my heart resting in the mists of the Smoky Mountains.

At 6:30 this morning, my phone rang.  It was Janice. She had heard from the lawyer, who told her that a Tracy Evans had a $14,000.00 lien on her name, and had been so since 2009. He told Janice that he'd need my social security number to compare with his records, to verify that the Tracy Evans in question was not, in fact, me. Well, I'd already read up on Ms. Evans when I did my own documents search at the Clerk of Court's website. This Tracy lives in Boiling Springs, a town I've only visited like 6 times total. Anyway, I gave her my social security number and we hung up so she could provide the info to her lawyer.

About 15 minutes later, my phone rang again, and it was Janice, again.  The lawyer did his comparison dealio, confirming that my name is in the clear. She said that, if she could get Johnna to watch Uncle Michael long enough for her to dash up to Duncan, she would go ahead and transfer the money to my account.

Waves of relief washed over me in that instance! I continued to get ready and head in to the outpatient program, and it took me hardly any time at all, thanks to that bounce that suddenly showed up in my step! My fellow outpatient attendees were all super jacked at my good news, but none more so than I!  By the time IOP was completed for the day, I checked my bank to find the transfer of funds was in process. Tomorrow, it should be available, so I can proceed with the items I need to purchase for the move, as well as get my plane tickets and maybe even pack up one big box of my stuff and ship it on to Janice ahead of myself and the beasties.

Needless to say, I have offered up multitudinous thanks to the Paniverse*, the Goddess, Elementals, and any other unseen critters who were in attendance at my big honkin' fundage acquisition magickal working, the first spellwork I had attempted since 2009. I deconstructed my money mojo bag, clearing any stones I'd used, and scattering the herbs, roots, and wax beneath the eucalyptus tree.  I buried the bag, along with the parchment stating my intent and need, at the base of the tree.  I did the same with the herbal sachet, scattering the herbs, giving thanks, and burying the bag.  I feel more at peace right now than I have since before 2011.  And it's not just relief at now having the money to move, no, it's a deeper peace than mere relief.  It's the peace one feels when they know in the very marrow of their bones, that the path they are taking is the right one, because everything occurring whilst on that path happens at exactly the right time, or happens in spite of all improbability.  It's the peace of recognising synchronicity and welcoming it into your life.  The kind of peace you experience when you return home, or know you will be.  That is the peace I am feeling, and it is marvelous in every way.

There is a shit tonne of stuff I need to get done, and I have little time left in which to do it.  But I shall prevail! After spending two weeks barely holding myself together from stress and worry, I feel there is nothing I can't do at this time and place in my life.  Of course, I'm not stupid enough to put that to the test.

 

*Kind of like the One Ring of universes, the Paniverse is all verses, and the one reality that can dictate all others that reside within it.
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I had been waiting to make an official announcement about our moving to Longview, Washington when I better knew more concrete details, such as when we were actually moving. I'm certain this is the first time 99% of you have gotten an inkling that we were leaving San Diego. The following account is extremely abridged, as I'm going to wait until the dust settles and make as full and accurate document as is possible.

The long and short of the reason for the move is that Matt's parents followed through on their ultimatum to Matt to clean up his hoard or get out. Everyone's lives are in an upheaval, yet Matt refuses even to admit he has a problem. You can't be a narcissist and successfully get treated for hoarding, because you can't take the necessary first step of confessing that you aren't fucking perfect. But I digress.

About a week ago, the Mother Unit informed me that I would have to pay more rent, but she would make no guarantees that I'd get any more than what I'm getting for my money now, like a bit more room in their refrigerator (I'm currently using one small produce drawer, which makes for more trips to the store, which exasperates the Unit. All that said, one of the reasons I've lost so much weight is that I would go hungry rather than bear the guilt of inconveniencing the Mother Unit to take me to the store.).

Anyway, my other option is to move back East. ...if I can afford it.

So, about a week ago, and a day after I was essentially invited not to move with the Mother Unit and Matt, I was informed that Matt's parents want us all out of the house by Bealtainne, the 1st of May. I had previously been given the vague impression that the move was going to happen in the late Summer. SURPRISE! Needless to say, I've been scrambling to figure out what I'm going to do and how I'm going to do it. If things go as hoped, planned, and ritualised, I'll be selling the Duncan house back to Aunt Janice and using the money to make the move, not back to Duncan, but home, to Asheville. If things don't go as hoped, Smidgen, Toby, and I could end up homeless and stranded in San Diego.

I am simultaneously elated and petrified, because I don't know on which side the coin will eventually rest. The thought of finally returning home brings tears of joy to my eyes, but the idea of being alone in a what is still to me a strange city, with no way to provide even shelter for my bebbies, freezes my heart with terror. At least I won't have to wait for very long to find out our fate. In the meantime, I'm composing a formal request for the GoFundMe account I'm going to set up. If the sale of the house is successful, I'll refund whatever money is given to me via that method. If it's not, then I can use whatever people give me to subsist until something more decisive is in place. Honestly, though, I think this is going to turn out remarkably well, and perhaps even better than I am dreaming. Since I'm usually steadfast in my assertion that the glass is always half empty, I'm taking this optimism as a very good omen indeed.

"Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong."
tinhuviel: (Tarmi)


The last time I lived in Asheville, the year was 1981.  What’s so odd is, I’m more homesick now than I have been in the 35 years I’ve been gone.  Last night, I browsed images of the Blue Ridge Parkway, Craggy Gardens and Craggy Dome in particular, since that’s where Aunt Tudi’s and Granny’s ashes are scattered.


I don’t know why I do shit like that to myself.  I know it’s only going to serve to make me feel like someone has patiently and carefully picked out my solar plexus with a dull spork, yet I do it all the same.  I posted some of the pics I found on Facebook last night, and the response they received was as I expected:  awe and wonder on behalf of those who took the time to take a gander.


And that is how it should be.  The sights available on the Blue Ridge Parkway are a feast for both the eyes and the soul.  Add to the mix the deep connectedness of loved ones whose last physical presence was designated to be amongst the rhododendrons and Faerie structures partially hidden in the silent mists of the Smoky Mountains, and you have yourself a perfect recipe for mental chest-clenching and a losing battle with that giant lump in your throat.


I haven’t been able to suss why I’m more homesick now than I was just a year ago until now.  I believe it’s because, even though I’ve been gone from Asheville for decades, I still had the comfort of being able to visit at least every once in a while.  I no longer have that option.  Asheville is almost 2500 miles away from me now, a far cry from the 75 measly miles that separated Duncan and the Land O’Sky.  Even when I could no longer drive, I still had more of a chance and opportunity to return home and visit Craggy Gardens.


Now, that lifeline has been severed.  I really am a stranger in a strange land.  That said, I have decided on something just today:  in the very slim chance the Mother Unit passes before I do, I'm going home.  I'm certainly not staying in San Diego with Matt.  I know he'd be as dead set against such an arrangement as I obviously am.

Anyway...


A Facebook friend and fellow hedge Witch, Granny Kate, posted a link to an independent movie project called Asheville: The Movie.  Here’s a little bit on the story.  Click the image at the top of this post to read more about that and the company instrumental in making the film a reality.



A story about a young man’s journey into the cultural creative world of Asheville, NC. John Craft is a middleclass community college student from the Midwest who is studying business to prepare for a career in his father’s paper company. He hears about a free spirited town in the North Carolina Mountains called Asheville. It is where the new age/indigo people of America are going and John wants to check it out before settling into a life of running the family business.

After a series of coincidental messages, John packs up and heads to this conscious town in the land of the Cherokee. When he arrives he finds himself at the Friday Night Drum Circle. A young raven haired free spirited girl name Star Seed, pulls him out on the dance floor and after some exotic inspiration, influences John to let loose and join in the tribal festivities.

John is invited by Star Seed to stay at a community house called “The Vortex”, where he meets 10 eclectic young adults and one wise elder who shows him the way of “Fully Living and Being Aware.” The house is full of unique characters who each share their passions and metaphysical/progressive beliefs.



Ayahuasca even plays into the film’s plot, which is monumental, considering I’ve been doing extensive research on that and DMT and their potential to help heal psychologically and spiritually broken people like myself.  Yet another one of those inescapable interludes of synchronicity.


The film is currently in production.  I’ve saved the webpage so I can keep up on its progress and when/if I’ll get to screen it.  This is definitely a must-see in Tin’s World.


In other news, I stumbled across a picture of Adolf Hitler Donald Trump that reminded me of a cute puppy I’d seen before.  I’m not saying Drumpf is cute, because he’s not.  He never has been, never will be, and he needs to have that orange thing he calls a face removed by an industrial belt sander, but the resemblance in expression is eerie.  Judge for yourself.


One final word about home, here are some of the images of Craggy Gardens I posted on Facebook last night.  To see the larger image, just click on the ones here.  If you aren’t spiritually moved by the supernatural beauty of found in these photographs, you might want to see a psychiatrist.


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After the past 36 hours of pining for Asheville, North Carolina, like never before, one thing is certain:

I NEED TO GO HOME.

tinhuviel: (Torquemada)

I haven’t done one of these in about 10,000 years, so let’s get this show on the road.



This is all true. photo 1264091_10153348891685721_288267917_o.jpg1. Full name: Tracy Angelina Evans
2. Nicknames: Tin, Tinhuviel, George, Darth Shriek
3. Birthplace: Asheville, North Carolina USA
4. Birthday: 10 September, 1967
5. Where Do You Live Now?: San Diego, California
6. Parent(s): Father Unit has passed.  Mother Unit is here in San Diego.
7. Sibling(s): ZERO
8. Looks: Better off invisible.
9. Favourite Animal(s): Anything non-human, except for millipedes and centipedes.  Like humans, they can go fuck themselves.
10. Favorite TV Show(s): Impractical Jokers, Better Call Saul



11. Favorite Kind(s) Of Music: Most everything but Country and Opera.
12. Favorite Movie(s): Sci-Fi, Unusual, Conceptual, Foreign
13. School: Some college, focusing on English and Veterinary Assistance
14. Future School: I’m too old for this question. The Chapel Perilous

15. Future Job: Testing new, effective sleep aids.
16. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: nah
17. Best Buds: I’m a bit of a hermit these days.
18. Favorite Candy: Milk Dud
19. Hobbies: Music, reading, writing
20. Things You Collect: Grudges, CDs, movies, moments in time.



21. Do You Have A Personal Phone Line: Yes
22. Favorite Body Part Of The Opposite Sex? The eyes and brain
23. Any Tattoos And Where Of What?: Red & Black Triskele on right hand, Green Shriekback logo on left hand, Mwanza Flat-headed Agama with green and blue hues instead of pinkish and blue.
24. Piercing(s) And Where?: not anymore
25. What Do You Sleep in?: clothing
26. Do you like Chain Letters: aw HELL NAW.
27. Best Advice: Reality is peripheral.
28. Favorite Quotes: Hope for the best, expect the worst. - Mel Brooks.
29. Non-sport Activity You Enjoy: sleep
30. Dream Car: A transporter



31. Favorite Thing To Do In Spring: Avoid the sun.
32. What’s Your Bedtime: Whenever I’m lucky.
33. Where Do You Shop: Wherever I can.
34. Coke or Pepsi: Cheerwine

35. Favorite Thing(s) To Wear?: Something loose that will allow me to blend into my surroundings.
36. Favorite Subject(s) In School: English and Creative Writing

37. Favorite Color(s): Green, Red, Black
38. Favorite People To Talk To Online: People with brains and a wicked sense of humour that has set them on the road to Hell.

39. Root-Beer or Dr. Pepper? Root beer

40. Do You Shave? I’m too old for that bullshit.




41. Favorite Vacation Spot(s): I don’t do vacations.  My favourite place to BE is England.
42. Favorite Family Member(s): Smidgen
43. Did You Eat Paint Chips When You Were a Kid? WHAT?
44. Favorite CD you own: Currently Without Real String or Fish by Shriekback
45. The ONE Person Who You Hate The Most: Going with an old standard here and saying Pat Robertson.
46. Favorite Food(s)?: Potatoes
47. Who Is The Hottest Guy or Girl In The World?: I have a very short list.
48. What Is Your Favorite Salad Dressing?: Bleu Cheese.
49. When You Die, Do You Wanna Be Buried or Burned Into Ashes? I don’t care, as long as I end up on Craggy Dome.
50. Do You Believe In Aliens?: Absolutely.








51. If You Had The Chance To Professionally Do Something, What would You Do? I’m already a Professional Misanthropist.
52. Things You Obsess Over: Various artists, ideas, philosophies, theories, general weirdness
53. Favorite Day of the Week: Don’t bloody care.
54. An Authority Figure You Hate: The Feudal Mistress still tops the list.
55. Favorite Disney Movie: Bambi
56. What Is Your Favorite Season? Winter
57. What Toppings Do You Like On Your pizza? Cheese, with extra cheese, and cheese on the side.
58. Do You Like Your School Food Itself (As In The District Food): I never ate it.
59. If You Could Live Anywhere, Where Would You Live? Avebury, Wiltshire, UK
60. Favorite Thing(s) To Do On Weekends: Sleep, if I can accomplish it.







61. Favorite Magazine(s): Don’t have one.
62. Favorite Flower(s): White rose

63. Favorite Number(s): 5

64. Favorite Ice Cream flavor(s): Ben & Jerry’s Wavy Gravy

65. What Kind of Guys/Girls Are You Attracted to?: Dangerously intelligent, beautiful, talented, and hilarious.

66. What’s Your Most Embarrassing Moment? I inadvertently introduced myself to someone as his wife.

67. If You Could Change One Thing About Yourself What Would It be? I would be fearless.

68. Do You Eat Breakfast First Then Brush Your Teeth or Brush first ten eat breakfast: breakfast first.

69. Favorite Time of Day: Whenever I get to sleep.

70. Can A Guy and Girl Be Just “Best Friends?”: Why not?



71. Do You Ask The Girl/Guy Out Or Do You Wait For Them To Come To You?: I don’t go there anymore.

72. Do You Mind Paying For Sex? I never would.

73. What’s The Most Important thing In Someone’s Personality: Sentience

74. Do you have a pager or cell phone? Cell

75. Favorite Sport: Flambodious Butt-walking

76. What Was the Best Gift You Ever Received? Love

77. How Long Did This Letter Take You To Finish?: Not very long.

78. What Did You Listen To While Completing It?: Electric Light Orchestra’s Alone in the Universe.

79. Are you or would you like to be married in the near future (next 5 years)? NEGATIVE

80. Don’t u just hate how psychics never win the lottery? I hate it more than I don’t win the lottery. I hate psychics, especially the ones who claim to talk to your dead relatives.  They’re grifters who should be drawn and quartered.  The End.

tinhuviel: (TinJuly2015)

Something odd happened to me yesterday, and I only now just remembered it when the Unit told me that she and Matt were off to try to find the full moon drum circle scheduled for today.

I was standing in line at the little food and beverage kiosk at the Fashion Valley bus terminal where I planned to get a gigantic fucking water because SUN, when this old, disheveled woman approached me and asked if I had a dollar.  I did, so I gave it to her.  She then promptly broke in front of me and told the kiosk guy what she wanted, which was a drink of some sort.  He told her it was $1.50 and I heard her ask in a low tone, "Won't you just take a dollar for it?"  I spoke up and said I had the fifty cents.  I don't know if she was homeless, and I don't know where she went after making off with her drink.

Looking back on it though, it's a bit similar to a variety of passed-down tales of encounters with the Crone aspect of the Goddess.  She would often come across as imposing or ridiculously rude, but always for the purpose to bless, test, educate, or just open your eyes.

Or she could have been a queue-breaker low on cash and even lower on fucks to give.  Either way, I'm good with it.

For anyone who is wondering about the pic above, I did link it to the site where I found it, but I'm adding it at the end of this post, as well.  It is called Celtic Soul Craft and, to my great surprise (and maybe a little not), the priestess and craftswoman behind it is a Scottish lady who has lived in Asheville, North Carolina since 2009. Synchronicity strikes again!

tinhuviel: (Ornate Triskele)

A song my Father Unit wrote and performed at both Bele Chere and Shindig on the Green, in Asheville, North Carolina in 1976. Years later, he was able to record it. Until she sent the song to me, my Stepmother Unit was the only person in possession of the song since Dad's death in 2006.

All the pictures I used for the video are of Asheville and locations on the Blue Ridge Parkway, focusing primarily on The Smoky Mountains. The woman seen beginning at 1:16 is my aunt and my father's sister, Aunt Tudi. She is sitting at the rock wall in Craggy Gardens, from where we scattered my Paternal Grandmother Unit's ashes in 1993. In 2011, the family scattered Aunt Tudi's ashes in the same spot.

Also, the green A-frame chalet seen at 2:07 is a house in Black Mountain that I lived in, in 1975.

To the best of my knowledge, 'Carolina Mountains' was only shared publicly at the two aforementioned music festivals. Although he did copyright it, Daddy was too scared it would be stolen. I'm sharing it now, because it needs to be shared. All songs have importance and worth, and this is the best way I can honour him and let people in on one of my father's many talents.

The other reason for sharing it is I'm homesick.


tinhuviel: (Cliffs of Insanity)

Years ago, Aunt Tudi found a mail order gag gift that she just had to have. She's holding it in the picture above. She asked me to get her, the Father Unit, and Uncle Michael one each, because she thought it was just hilarious. When it came in the mail, I took this picture of her, and photoshopped one gleaming tooth, adding the caption. I posted it here on LJ and on Facebook.

A lot of people here on the Cliffs got to know Aunt Tudi really well over the course of the nine years she was with me after I began blogging.  Many of them became friends with me on Facebook as well.  Facebook is where [livejournal.com profile] dydan contacted me to tell me she'd spotted Aunt Tudi on eBay.  She gave me the link to the eBay listing, and the belly-laughing commenced!  So I wrote to the person on eBay.  Here's a screen cap of the note.

And would she have laughed? Most definitely.

This is proof positive that anyone can be a model, even middle-aged, eccentric, crazy-cat-lady level, Southern goofballs with a fetish for novelty items!  Screw Kendall Jenner.  Aunt Tudi is a star!

**EDIT**

I just got permission to share the rest of the conversation as it stands now. If there's anymore in the future that I can share, I'll do more edits. I have to say, this has really made my day. :D

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(I then sent him the link to the video, since I wasn't bright enough to include in the original response)

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tinhuviel: (2D and 3C)
The entire family is going, unlike when Granny died.  When we scattered her ashes, it was just Aunt Tudi, Uncle Michael, Janice, and myself.  Granny was loved and honoured, but Aunt Tudi was cherished by so many.  Stephanie is going with us.  She was incredibly close to Aunt Tudi and I think she would have wanted to be there.  Afterward, we may go downtown and then get a bite to eat, letting the rest of the family go where they may.  We want to tread the paths that Aunt Tudi taught us.  We need to embrace her spirit in her beloved hometown.

I'm sure I'll get lost, but I'll eventually find my way.  I'm counting on Aunt Tudi's spirit to guide me back to South Carolina, away from my home that I wish I knew better.  I have decided to go there more often and learn the secret paths of the mountain town.  I want know it the way Aunt Tudi knew it.  I want to be a part of it the way I used to be.  It's the only way I feel I can be truly close to Aunt Tudi.

She never wanted to die in South Carolina.  She did not get her wish.  For that, I will always be regretful.  At least her cremains will rest in the beloved Smoky Mountains and her spirit will drift wherever it wishes.  I hope she'll spend some time with me.
tinhuviel: (Shriekback Logo)
Today was our trip to Asheville. Aunt Tudi, Steph, and I hit the road a little late this morning, but still in enough time to make it to Liquid Dragon by the time they opened at Noon. The artist on duty today was Sean, and he was perfect for a number of reasons. First off, I'd noticed on the site that he leaned toward green hues in his art, and the tat I wanted is primarily green. Second, he turned out to be a Pagan, a follower of The Green Man. Third, he wasn't much younger than I, so we grokked on that level. He came out about the Paganism almost instantly because he noticed my Triskele tattoo, pendant, and ring. He asked me if I were Irish and I told him I was actually Welsh and Scottish primarily. We flew from there. We hit it off so well that, before he started on Steph's tattoo, he called me to the back to show me a piece of art he's currently working on, which is a rendering of Lugh, the Celtic sun god. It was astoundingly lovely.

It took about thirty-five minutes for Sean to ink me and we chattered like two auctioneers the entire time, mainly about the religious hypocrisy of people in the Upstate and the financial hypocrisy of people in Asheville. He had some intricate work to do on me, especially with where I wanted the tattoo, so I'm sure I tried his patience right from the get-go, and I was his first customer for the day. At least he got some good conversation out of it, besides the payment for the tattoo. Because of where I wanted the symbol and the size it was, there were some alterations that had to be made to the thickness of the perpetual motion zig-zag so that, when the inevitable bleed occurs, the symbol doesn't become this unintelligible blob. Sean had to take a little bit of artistic license in order to generate the needed changes. I will also need to go back for a couple of wee touch-ups, once the ink settles down. Once that's done, I'll take a picture of the truly finished product.

All that said, here's the Everything that Rises Must Converge logo, in a good Shriek-y reptilian green.

taking the bandage from the eye )

Steph got a tattoo of her dad's name on her left leg with an accompanying cross. She seemed really happy with it. I don't want to say much about it, 'cos I think she's wanting to keep it on the down low until the right moment. Once I get permission, I'll take a picture and post it.

That mission was accomplished, but the remainder of the mission will have to wait for another day. After we visited a couple of shops on Lexington, Aunt Tudi's heart couldn't take anymore walking up hill (and my knees weren't very happy with me at all), so we stopped short of anything else, got in the car and left downtown. Stephanie had to be home by a certain time, so I didn't have time to visit the Gnomon and hopefully meet the creator of the garden, whom I think I went to middle school with. I won't know for certain until I'm face to face with him. I also did not get a chance to talk to the manager at Malaprops. I'm hoping for a better chance when we return home in the very near future.

I found a DVD about Asheville for Aunt Tudi for super cheap, and she was able to bring part of our home back down here to the Armpit of Hell. She's watching it as I write this. At almost the exact time I found the DVD, she found the Ultimate Fridge Magnet for me. It's white and red writing on a pitch background, and it says "I hate everyone. Please make note of it." That pretty much says it all. Aunt Tudi wrote my name in silver marker at the bottom of the magnet, like the declarative statement was signed by me. And it may as well have been.

We've already decided to go back as soon as we can. We hadn't been home in almost two years. In just those two years, so much has changed. I don't want us to encounter so much change after expecting things to be a certain way (like our favourite restaurant being gone!). One thing that hasn't changed, though, is the Ashevillian sense of outspokenness and irreverence. To best communicate this, I present the following photie.

the bumper sticker car )

When we got in, we only had one message, from UPS in the UK. The lady needed some information about whether not the items in Barry's package had been owned by anyone else, and if the shipment was a gift or something else. She left the phone number to call as well as her email address. I'll be emailing her with the information she needs here in a little while. Hopefully my being gone won't postpone B's receipt of the box on Tuesday. I'm going to ask her that specifically in the email I send her.
tinhuviel: (Ornate Triskele)
For some reason, I have been deeply blessed by being invited to become a part of Mother Grove Goddess Temple in Asheville, NC. I'm sure it's the doing of Asheville's Village Witch. I wrote them back and said:
I would be honoured and blessed to attend this Circle. It may be a while before I can attend, though, as I am unable to afford to travel, even as close as Asheville. Once this has changed, however, please be assured that I will be an active participant, being a Witch and native of Asheville, NC, which I hold very dear to my heart.

As soon as my fundage arrives, I'm once more becoming an active member of the Pagan community, this time in a place I call home, other than the UK. I'm sure Aunt Tudi will also become a part of it as well, especially since she was Croned quite a few years back.

Actually, I'm in tears for having been so honoured. To be wrapped once more in the loving arms of the Goddess, this time in the sacred mountains of Asheville, North Carolina is about more than I can bear.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Ink)
The days are pleasant and the nights are wonderfully crisp, cool enough you can see your breath as you shudder and pull your flannel closer around you. I love weather like this. It's so rare in South Carolina but, in the mountains of North Carolina, there is an abundance of blessed days such as this. We're supposed to go to Asheville later on this month to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, [livejournal.com profile] janalyson, and [livejournal.com profile] paulpearson23. [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake and Diane will probably go with us. I'm also going to Malaprops and talk to them about selling my book and possibly arranging a book signing. I think they'll be excited that they're mentioned in The Chalice. I wish I could have extended that scene, but I think it works the way it is. So I am looking forward to a trip to a beautiful place that will be at the height of its painting-perfect pique, meeting up with good friends, and attempting to exude some enthusiasm about the book to the manager of Malaprops. We don't know the date yet but, when we do, I'm sure I'll get all excited about it, dreaming of that crisp, clean Autumn mountain air.
tinhuviel: (Chalice)
This is the second day of rain and temperatures in the 60s. It's been 20+ degrees cooler in the past two days. I'm loving every single second of it. Autumn is my favourite season, even though we don't get to see much Autumn in this area. The leaves turn crisp brown and drop off to herald the coming of Winter way too soon. That's why I like to go back home in the Autumn. In Asheville, every colour on a painter's palette can be found dotting the mountain ranges. We always drive up the parkway as far as we can before being turned back for safety reasons. The ice of the mountains make for dangerous travel once you get too high and the park rangers are very particular when it comes to October.

[livejournal.com profile] falkenna and Paul are planning a visit in October. Not sure when, but I do want to meet with them at Malaprops and all of us go up the Blue Ridge Parkway to see the colours. They're going to be stupendous this this because of all the moisture we've had. When we make it to Craggy Dome, I want to take [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and Paul to the Faerie Tree down the secret hiking spot. I think they shall be duly impressed and pictures will be taken. I will definitely be taking a food offering and hopefully a libation. The Faerie's deserve it for our intrusion.

I've already made a playlist for the Asheville trip, even though I'm sure it'll be outdone by the talking, which is fine. That's what friends are for ~ communication. The playlist will just be our background music for the merrymaking to be had by us all. I have a surprise for Steph on the playlist though. I want to see her buttdance on my backseat, which I'm sure she will.
tinhuviel: (Sheriff Obama)
Aunt Tudi and I are back from her Nephrologist. His name is Dr. Mohammed Ebrahim. I don't know if he's a Muslim. To assume that his is because of his name and country of origin would be stupid of me. He asked us where we were from and I told him Asheville, NC. Then he asked how long we'd lived down here. I told him we'd been stuck in SC for 28 years in 2 days. He thought it was hilarious that I had it down to the very day. I explained to him that people may not believe how much of a difference 70 or so miles can make, but it was like a different world down here compared to the more liberal and open-minded Asheville. He laughed again and said with that gorgeous accent of his (I have this thing about accents), "I know exactly what you're talking about, being a foreigner."

Well, that prompted a lengthy conversation about how ignorance breeds narrow-mindedness. Feudal systems designed to keep the masses ignorant came up and he got to talking about how that mindset was still very prevalent in pockets all over the world. It was a very refreshing conversation. The man has a wise head on his shoulders and I'm very glad he's Aunt Tudi's doctor.

When we got home, Aunt Tudi turned on the news and we heard part of President Obama's speech to the Muslim world, and I was heartened by what I heard. It was the cherry on top of an enlightening and thought-provoking afternoon. Hopefully, someday, ignorance will be overcome worldwide. Either that, or humanity will destroy itself. Either way, the world will be a better place.
tinhuviel: (Hippies for Obama)
Barack Obama is going to be practicing for the upcoming Presidential debate in an undisclosed location in Asheville, North Carolina. My home town! He's not planning on any public appearances, though, which fairly sucks, 'cos I'd love to see him speak in the flesh. I'd miss a day's work and buy gas with money I don't have to drive to Asheville to see Barack Obama. While I'm there, I'd go on up to the Blue Ridge Parkway, up to Craggy Dome to pay respects to Granny, whose cremains reside amongst the rhododendrons there. Craggy Dome is also where my Faery trail is. I'd walk the stations of the trail and I'd commune with the Mountain Deities in their Autumn aspect. But he's not gonna do that, so here I stay in the Armpit of Hell.

Of course, I have no doubt that the undisclosed location is the Grove Park Inn. That's where everybody who's anybody stays when they visit the Land O Sky.
tinhuviel: (Default)
Aunt Tudi, Llew, [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake, and I dashed up to Asheville yesterday. Here's a tad of what occurred. By the way, the picture of me is one taken after my having imbibed 2 Screaming Orgasms. I'm an ugly drunk.

peeeektures )

We hope you enjoyed this spot of imagery. I'll be back soon, if I can get hold of a computer. Damn libarry...

Ploom

Mar. 9th, 2006 07:18 pm
tinhuviel: (Quoi?)
Okay, this is the last Asheville post.

Diane brought a loaf of bread in anticipation of going back to Lake Julian to feed the birds. We didn't bring any bread 'cos we forgot it like idjits, so I stopped by the Ingles on Hendersonville Road to pick up a few cheap loaves.

Before I go further with this story, I need to describe what an Ingles employee looks like and what I looked like on Tuesday. This is important. Ingles employees usually wear light blue smocks with the word "Ingles" on the breast. I was all in black (big surprise) and I had painted my left eyebrow on because of an unfortunate waxing incident earlier that morning. I looked nothing like an Ingles employee.

So imagine my surprise when an old woman stopped me almost the minute I came into the store and got my shopping cart. She said, "Caaaan you help me find deh ploom? I need deh ploom."

"Uhm...the what?"

"You know. Ploom. Like rezzin. Dried ploom."

"Oh. Plums?"

"Yes. Caaaan you tell me wheere dey are?"

Okay, so this woman was apparently from Lower Slobovia where grocery store employees dress in black and have partial left eyebrows. She needed help, so I decided to play along. I tried to tell her where deh ploom were, but she argued with me that they weren't there. Deh ploom are always in the same place in every Ingles store. I tried to tell her that, but she didn't understand. So I offered to show her. She gave her cart to her husband and told him to stay put, that I was taking her to deh ploom.

I took the old Slobovian lady to deh ploom, and this made her extremely happy. She obviously had some serious regularity problems.

After that, I got the bread and headed back up front where I saw an actual Ingles employee trying to tell the old woman's husband where deh ploom were and she found herself leading him over to produce. While I was checking out, the old woman approached me again and said, "I heff deh ploom, now I heff lost my hoozbind."

"I saw him following an employee over to the plums as I came back up front," I said. She thanked me and toddled back over to deh ploom.

As I pulled out of the parking lot, I saw the happy Slobovian couple leaving Ingles with their ploom, probably preparing to have a major ploom party and colon cleanse on an eventful Tuesday eve.

Deh Eeend.

Malaprops

Mar. 9th, 2006 05:37 pm
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Pariah)
I was given advice many years ago to write what I know, but I always balked against it until I committed myself to NaNoWriMo 2005 and finally wrote The Chalice. While Asheville was initially a cameo location in the original story in my mind, I decided to make it the primary location when I began writing. Even though I left when I was 13, I still know Asheville. Visiting the city and acquainting myself with the abundant alternative community there gave me a familiarity with the area that became a benefit when I began to write. One of the businesses I mention in the book is Malaprops. It's a bookstore and coffee house that caters to the artsy and alternative tribes. The only thing different about the store when I visited on Tuesday was that the chairs and tables they had outside were gone. This could be because of the season.

malaprops pictures and an excerpt from The Chalice )
tinhuviel: (Triskele)
land o sky )
tinhuviel: (Spork)
We'd decided to get a new TV while we could 'cos the TV we had was over 15 years old, smeared anything orange, and had been repaired twice. I was afraid that it'd crap out on us and then we couldn't afford to get it fixed or to get a different TV. We found a widescreen HDTV, same size as our old TV, for a little over $700 at Circuit City. Nice. Afterward, I went and got a new vacuum cleaner at Best Buy 'cos our old one didn't suck as much as it used to, and it was driving Aunt Tudi mad. As [livejournal.com profile] _willowmyst can attest, Aunt Tudi is rabid about vacuuming. So I got her a Dyson "Animal" vacuum, made specifically for folks with a multiple-beast household. I think we qualify. It has a lifetime guarantee and we don't have to buy bags for it, so it'll pay for itself within the year.

Also went to the doc and saw Lisa. She suggested that we do some tests to see if I might have Fibromyalgia. I'm going to schedule them for a couple of weeks from now. Then we'll see if that's what's wrong with me. If it isn't, then I guess we'll go from there, but I must find out why I hurt all the time and why I'm so perpetually exhausted. I just want to know, even if they can't do anything for me. Knowing is winning half the battle right there. I'm tired of being in the dark.

We're off to Asheville tomorrow. Diane will be going with us, but [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake must stay at home and wait for the carpet man from Lowes to come and stretch her carpet. Sounds to me like she's being visited by Peter the Meter Reader, but that's just me.
tinhuviel: (Syd Barrett)
We all got home a bit later than expected. I estimated our victorious return around 2 PM or so. We got Diane and [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake home and then made it home ourselves at around 7 PM. It was quite a day.

Aunt Tudi and I started off at 7:30 AM sharp, going by the dump to drop off trash and stopping at the Circle K for some gasoline. We then picked Diane up at 8:00 on the dot, just as promised. Heading for Lyman, we had [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake in the car by 8:30 and off we went to the Land O Sky!

About an hour later, we were in Asheville and decided to drop by Lake Julian to see if it's open in the Winter. It is! We took our snack foods (Pringles, sunflower seeds, melba toast, sesame sticks, and wheat thins) and gave them to the resident waterfowl. Diane was so enamoured with the amount of feathered critters, we decided to come back by Lake Julian on the way out of town. We didn't stay too very long the first time around because it was much colder there and very windy. After about 10 minutes I was unable to feel my lips, hands, feet, or ass.

some pictures )

We left Lake Julian and headed up the Blue Ridge Parkway. We didn't get far as the roads are closed in Winter. Even though it might be balmy and dry in Asheville proper, it's always very icy and dangerous on the Parkway. We did visit the Folk Arts Center and stopped at the French Broad overlook to take pictures of the river and sample the icicles. Yes, we sucked on icicles. The water that comes out of the rocks in the mountains is some of the most pure water you can drink. It's sweet mountain spring water and is absolutely delicious, so I broke off some of the icicles and we all enjoyed the tasty frozen treat.

some more pictures )

After a brief detour to Bent Creek, it was time for downtown Asheville. We went to Morrisons where I bought a great big buttload of Appalachian Naturals soap at 30% off. I also got Aunt Tudi a bubble machine for her next bubble party with the brats in the family, and a pound of chocolate cognac balls which blew Diane's mind. On our way out of Morrisons, we met a couple from Minnesota who was visiting Asheville to "get warm." (their words). I offered them some cognac balls when a Hippie ambled by and asked if he could take some too. "Sure!" I said. And he said, "Hey thanks!" and grabbed a handful, then walked on.

We then headed for a grocery store to buy a few loaves of bread to give to the waterfowl at Lake Julian. Aunt Tudi got six cheapo loaves at Ingles and off we headed for Lake Julian. While Aunt Tudi, Diane, and [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake fed the birdies, I took an abundance of pictures. I then spied the heron and snuck up on it to take some groovy pictures. It had warmed up considerably by then, so we got to stay a bit longer, long enough to feed the birds all six loaves of bread. That sounds like a lot, but there were several dozen birds there, and the squirrels joined in on the feeding frenzy.

even MORE pictures! )

After about 45 minutes, we toodled over to the Sagebrush restaurant where we stuffed ourselves like pigs from hell. And then we headed back home at around 5 PM.

the last of the pics I'll post here* )

All in all, it was a totally groovy trip with totally groovy friends and conversation.

The only bad thing that happened was, when Aunt Tudi and I got home, we discovered that the pilot light on our heater has gone out and I can't get it to light again. Our low tonight is supposed to be 29, so we're gonna be colder than a snowman's ass by tomorrow. I'm taking the heater apart tomorrow morning and see if if there's a clog somewhere that I can take care of. If not, then I'll have to get a tech out from Freeman Gas to work on the heater before we end up like Jack Nicholson at the end of The Shining.

Despite this setback, I'm still quite happy and very pleased with our fantastic voyage.

*All pictures from our trip can be found HERE
tinhuviel: (Snow)
There's a chance of snow up home tonight. Seeing the white on the map over where I should be living just makes me even more homesick. I think another drive to Asheville is in order. Maybe next week after NaNo. If I can swing it, we may stay overnight at the Mountaineer. Yeah.
tinhuviel: (Kowalski)
Eckerd cancelled their flu clinic and the only place having one is Kerr Drug on Patton Avenue in Asheville. So I'm taking Aunt Tudi up there today for her flu shot. I want to get up there by 10 AM, so we'll be leaving around 8:30. I'm tired already.

Back Home

Nov. 7th, 2005 08:30 pm
tinhuviel: (Khaaaaaan!!)
In a fit of spontaneity, Aunt Tudi and I returned to Asheville. We also went to Black Mountain to sing out the A-Frame chalets. There used to be ten of them, but three have been torn down and a Super 8 Motel build in their spot. The house that we used to live in though, Chalet 9, was still there and inhabited by surly hillbillies. Aunt Tudi asked them nicely if we could take a photo of the A-Frame. I was kinda hoping they'd go in, but no! The hillbillies lingered out front and gave us the hairy eyeball until we left. Le sigh.

I don't remember much about the A-Frame nor very much about Black Mountain. There are two mega-memories I hold, though, one of each. The first memory is of our visit to the A-Frame when Granny and Aunt Tudi were considering renting it. There was a mattress in one of the back rooms and I stood on it to look out the window. I was there only a few seconds when I felt something strange upon my legs (I was wearing shorts). When I looked down, I screamed one of those rare blood-curdling horror movie screams that you just don't hear except during Halloween. My legs were black with fleas. I ran into the front room where Granny and Aunt Tudi had to literally scoop the fleas off me. Needless to say, we didn't move in until the house had been fogged. Memory number two has to do with the strange Black Mountain weather. Aunt Tudi, my cousin Marsha, and I were walking home from my Uncle Larry's restaurant when a snow storm came upon us. No, not just a snow storm, a snow STORM. Thunder, lightning, snow. I learned later that this is called Thundersnow. At the time, I called it the Alpaca Lips in so many words.

pictures be here )

We got home right before 6 PM and I feel like I've had several cans of Whoop Ass opened upon my person.
tinhuviel: (Surly Bear)
Aunt Tudi and I went home today, home to Asheville. The Blue Ridge Parkway had reopened, thankfully, so we were able to get up to Craggy Dome and pay our respects to Granny. While there, I walked the trail and finally got some photos of the Faerie realms that grace the Craggy Gardens. After the trip up the Parkway, Aunt Tudi and I went to downtown Asheville with intentions to visit Morrisons. Morrisons is an utterly delightful old-timey general store that sells native Appalachian goods, like the soap I bought, as well as nostalgic candies, toys, and crafts. We found one of [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake's birthday gifts here and I spied a cool thingie that I had to buy [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70. We also came upon a gigantic bucket of Bit-O-Honeys and bought about a half pound. YUM.

We're planning on going back home again next week, this time heading to Black Mountain to see if the A-Frame chalets are still standing, and to revisit some old haunts around Asheville, primarily Charlotte Street.


Very early this morning, around 3 AM I'd say, Aunt Tudi roused me excitedly. She told me that Sven was on the front porch eating cat food. I staggered to the other room to fetch the camera and eased myself outside. It wasn't Sven out there; rather, it was a very young opossum. I've named her Helga. And I got pictures. She didn't seem very afraid of me and she allowed me to get quite close before she hopped off the end of the porch. Aunt Tudi was appalled, but I was and am delighted. I think opossums are so damned cute!


I've not written a thing today and I doubt that I'll be writing anything before collapsing into bed. Tomorrow is another day, or so Scarlett says. Also, tomorrow, I shall be posting pictures from the Blue Ridge Parkway as well as pictures of Helga. I'd post them tonight, but I'm having difficulties uploading my photos to my Photobucket account and I'm really too weary to deal with it now. Sleep demands my attention.
tinhuviel: (NaNoWriMo)
Off to a rip-roaring start.

Now for a break and a visit with Llew. Then, back to it.

Tomorrow, Aunt Tudi and I are going to Asheville. When I get back, I'll be posting a variety of photos from the trip and other things. So yay.
tinhuviel: (Snow)
Parts of the Blue Ridge Parkway have been closed because of snow and ice. At least 2 inches of ice are on portions of the parkway, making travel too hazardous for drivers. They just showed the Craggy Gardens rest area and it was a Winter wonderland. This is most distressing because Aunt Tudi and I were planning on driving up there tomorrow. We scattered Granny's ashes at Craggy Dome, the next stop up from Craggy Gardens, in 1993 and we try to go up at least once a year to pay our respects and commune with her spirit there in the mountains she loved so dearly.

But the White Lady has visited early this year and it seems we won't be able to make it to Granny's natural shrine this year.

Aunt Tudi is beside herself. I'm none too happy either, but you can't fight Mother Nature. You have to accept and move along.

If the region's temperatures and inclement weather are any indication, we're in for an unusually spectacular Winter this year.

The Random

Oct. 21st, 2005 07:22 pm
tinhuviel: (Snarky Maul)
It's been a very slow day. Aunt Tudi has slept for the majority of the day and I took a killer nap myself. As mentioned in my previous post, nothing was really accomplished today, so Monday is going to feel more like a Monday for the first time in a very long time. Business, business, business.

A Woman Scorned: The Betty Broderick Story just came on. This movie is for me what Mommie Dearest is for [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70. I'm horrified by it, yet I must watch it. After this, the sequel comes on. It's called Her Final Fury. I'll be here until 11 PM, wincing and fidgeting in response to the horror of it all.

Aunt Tudi took this picture of Shmoop and me all unconscious last night. This is our state every night: me on my back and Shmoop spread out on my abdomen and chest like warm kitty butter.

kitty spread )

I saw Rick yesterday. He invited Llew and me to his Hallowe'en party next weekend. I'm planning on going and may go as Sadako. This way, I can wear my nightgown and be all comfy. Of course, I'll need to shave my legs if I do this. If I don't, I'll be attending the party dressed as Sasquatch impersonating Sadako, and that would just be uncool. I suggested to Rick that he dress up like Darth Maul and then I would molest him. He said he'd have to have someone paint his face, that he couldn't do it himself. I volunteered. Of course, we were both just kidding. He mentioned he was planning on being a vampire. That would work, methinks. I'll be taking pictures. Lots of 'em.

Earlier today, [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake called, but it was during my nap so I think I said a couple of incoherent things to her, and then hung up. I tried to call her a little while ago, but the phone was busy. An apology is in order, methinks.

My visit to Llew last night was brief. He's still not feeling well, so we rescheduled for Saturday. I lent him my LOST DVDs, informing him that he would have a number of questions upon viewing the show, but don't ask me any of them, 'cos I don't know and it'll just piss me off. He asked me what it was all about and I told him that LOST as like The X-Files meets Gilligan's Island meets Land of the Lost in Hell. That peaked his interest considerably.

I am hellbent on going to Asheville one day next week. The colours on the Blue Ridge Parkway will be near peak by then. It's always nice to go back home and soak up the town's ambiance. Someday, I hope to move back home.
tinhuviel: (Mr. Tiscic)
I've been vaguely weepy today, not wanting to do anything or go anywhere. I ended up taking Aunt Tudi to Wal-Mart for some storage containers and new telephones. The phones we have came from the Jurassic Age and don't hold their charge worth a hoot. It's past time to get new phonage. These new phones will take us through my years in school and possibly beyond. We didn't get everything we were supposed to get, so it's back to Wally World on Thursday....morning preferably.

I knew that it was hormones when I teared up upon discovering Don Adams had died. I despised Don Adams, but there I was with a quivering lower lip, listening to the national news tribute to the man. The Father Unit was rather fond of Get Smart and I remember his doing impersonations of Maxwell Smart when I was a kid. It wasn't funny then and it's not funny now. It's irritating. I should be saying, "Ah, one less irritation on this vale of tears called Earth!" Instead, I get all snivelly.

I was supposed to go see Llew this evening, but I had to cancel on him, postponing 'til tomorrow. Maybe by tomorrow, I'll be feeling better and not be so physically ill at ease and emotionally po-faced.

One good thing happened today. Goldie brought her three babies (Autumn, Motley, and Lynx) to the backyard again today. This time, they came up to me, very close. Close enough for me to pet them! So there's hope that I'll be able to get them tame enough to have them spayed and neutered when the time comes. I actually got to pick each of them. Motley and Autumn are, of course, females, being Tortoiseshell. Lynx, however, is a boy. He's the most unusually marked feline I've ever seen. If I could get away with it, I'd take him in to be our third indoor cat.

I have to get up early tomorrow morning. I'm taking the dogs for their grooming appointment and dropping off Shmoop for her spaying recheck. Since we'll both be up early and on the road, I'm thinking of hauling Aunt Tudi up to Asheville for the day. We both need to get the hell out of town for a while. What better place to go than HOME?

Right now, Aunt Tudi is watching Jeopardy and I'm half-watching it. I just can't get into it like I usually do. Once the TV is free, I'll probably resort to Battlestar Galactica or Lost. These shows make me content.

In closing, I present my tombstone.

RIP )

La Vitesse

Aug. 20th, 2005 03:16 pm
tinhuviel: (Mouth)
I'm about half-watching the movie Speed. The thrill is gone, since I've seen the movie a quarter of a million times. But the first time...whoa! My ass chewed a hole in the set at the movie theatre. Thanks to Eddie Izzard, neither [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake nor myself can say Speed without saying it with a French accent.

It's been a blah sort of day so far. I slept late, really late, and have basically just lain around and bled all day. My home is the closest thing to a menstrual hut I can get. I have all the doors and windows closed and the A/C going strong. It's still hot in here because I live on the fucking sun. It's just not this hot in Western North Carolina. The mountains make it to where there's almost a constant breeze and the higher elevations make the air cooler. I'm just really missing home today.

Now that Shmoop has had her boosters, she can now go outside if she so desires. She doesn't. I've let her out twice today and she ran right back in when she realised she'd left he nest. Unlike Smidgen, Shmoop is quite timid it seems. So we may have a true blue house cat on our hands. That's okay. I don't mind. In many ways, it's a relief, because I always worry about my cat friends getting into trouble out of doors. I won't hold any cat hostage though. They can all come and go as they please, as is their cat nature. It's just hard to see them walking off and wonder if you're ever going to see them again.

They just pulled Keanu out from under the bus. Yay for action flicks!

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