Silliness & Fun

Out of Town

I am currently sitting in the chilly living room of some of my dearest friends. Chelidon, Claudia, Kelly, Paul, Forest and baby Dylan along with their coterie of cats and one large (!) puppy named Griffen. Griffen, standing on all fours, reaches almost to my waist. He is a sweet dog … even when he is pooping all over my shoe. Chelidon has given me permission to take a whiz on his paws. “Stop moving, Griffen, it’l come out eventually!”

So anyway … I am having such fun visiting here in New Hampshire. And getting to see baby Dylan is a big treat. He laughs in his sleep! No, really! Yay, cuteness overload!!!!

And I got to witness the removal of Forest’s braces. Yay, Forest! This year I taught him how to levitate things through only the power of his mind. Heh, heh, be very afraid!

I was spirited away on Sunday to the largest arcade I have ever seen. And so I spent hours playing Centipede (high scorer!), Multipede, Skee ball (God’s favorite sport!) and tons of pinball! I am a happy, happy girl! Besides the really, really bad pizza at the arcade, I have been eating such delicious food! Yay, food! Lots of exclamation points in this post … for a good reason!

Later this week, I will mosey on over to Brattleboro to start my first session at Assisi. But for right now, I get hang out with some strange, but cute characters from my past. I am a happy, happy girl! Yay, Bricks! [… er um, ignore that reference to bricks …ahem …]

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Submitted by katrina on Mon, 09/14/2009 - 12:44pm.

Hands Full of Gratitude

Snapshots of my vacation so far …

  • Selecting a bit more of the dark side then the light side when cutting a “balanced “ piece of Star Trek/Star Wars themed birthday cake
  • Forced to watch adult swim episodes (Venture Brothers) with drunken companions.
  • Munching on gourmet two-egg omelet filled with herbs and dotted with cheese.
  • Sitting in air-conditioned interiors while it is only in the seventies outside, and no … we have no hot soup, hot tea or quilts available… brrrrrr ..
  • Subject to late night torture with Muppet videos while swilling back Old Fashioneds.
  • Crashing my way to last place in video driving game in front of cheering on-lookers.
  • Early morning conversations with an eight year old about naming pet tarantulas and scorpions with names like Fluffy and Spot.

Spending time with dear old friends ... priceless.

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Submitted by katrina on Sun, 08/10/2008 - 9:59am.

Dark Mysteries Abound II

By popular demand ... here are some pics of the .....
Daemon-Fafa: Adorable Kittehs of Hell!

DaemonFafa Awaken!DaemonFafa Awaken!

DaemonFafa Attack!DaemonFafa Attack!

DaemonFafa ... well now they are just being way too cute!DaemonFafa ... well now they are just being way too cute!

Calico Dreaming ... when I wake up it will have been all a dream ... when I wake up ...Calico Dreaming ... when I wake up it will have been all a dream ... when I wake up ...

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Submitted by katrina on Tue, 12/11/2007 - 10:02pm.

Dark Mysteries Abound

So as my coven sister, Rose, reminded me ... my coven, Dark Flame, buried three vials in the dark earth on the dark moon in the dark of night ... and what I find the next morning are three black kittens.

[ ... key in B movie science fiction music ...]

Today they had their first bath ... lets just say it was a thrilling morning and leave it at that.

The Calico Priestess actually barked at my shirt afterwards ... she ran from me till I change it. I want to make sure you get this ... my 14 year old calico barked! Ai yi yi!

So later when Rose stopped by with milk, eggs and .... oooo ... chocolate, She got to play with the kittens and help me feed them.

Rose is in love! She was completely bowled over by how small they are. And by the fact that they hiss till they are picked up and held close.

I am slowly getting them acclimated to human touch, so if you are local and want to help with giving them hugs and petting, let me know. We may have found a home for two of them. But they still need loads more work to help them finish weaning and get their strength up.

I have named them collectively the Daemon-Fafa!

Rose was initially appalled by the name till she saw them and laughed. They are totally black, even their eyes are a milky black. And when they are huddled together, the look like a feline version of a baby Cerberus. Adorable little Kittehs of Hell!

So, okay I have to stop before I start doing cat stories ad infinitum. But that does not mean I will not post more pictures ... just saying.

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Submitted by katrina on Tue, 12/11/2007 - 7:22pm.

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  • Claire-Marie Le Normond (not verified)

    Wish I could be there. Very well spoken.

    15 weeks 2 days ago
  • David Salisbury (not verified)

    Katrina,
    I wish you all the blessings and power you need on your journey. Thank you for these words. It is good to remember that returning to work (and thus returning to grace) bring a chance for us all to rest and have joy.
    Wishing you joy in the Work.

    David

    17 weeks 3 days ago
  • Sigre (not verified)

    Dear Katrina- Thorn reposted your blog and happy am I. Your passion, always so immense, comes blowing out in these words. So akin to my own heart and soul that it makes me have a bittersweet smile.

    The Storm is only now coming to the edges of our universe and yet it will sweep and consume all that is. In the end, our beautiful universe will be so much...more? Different? Complete? Who knows?

    All I do know is my soul came here to witness and be part in this period. I cannot shrink from the work. I am here with you, fae sister!

    17 weeks 5 days ago
  • Macha NightMare (not verified)

    Thought-provoking piece, Katrina. Thanks.

    I don't know what to call myself either. In Pagandom, I've taken to referring to myself as a Witch at Large. In the interfaith world where I'm active, I call myself a Pagan. Sometimes I call myself an uppity woman or a Second Wave Feminist. I've never really thought to publicly identify myself by my sexuality, het woman, which is very "white bread" and old-fashioned. Not only het, but serially monogamous for the most part. It seems almost a liability these days to say you're het, but I am proudly and happily so. I tend towards intellectualism but only have a BA, which doesn't carry much weight, at least in public and professional worlds, no matter how much you've studied, trained, and can articulate, even teach.

    My biological heritage is Irish, Dutch, French Huguenot, Euro-mongrel. My social heritage is Roman Catholic on one side and conservative Methodist, temperance-crusading, women's rights and education on the other, with distinct East Coast sensibilities, now mellowed by more than half a century living on the Left Coast. My maternal political heritage is conservative Republican (altho what my relatives might think of current trends in the GOP I cannot imagine, since they did have brains and they did think and they did have a social conscience), yet I am much farther left in my outlook than any elected official I know. My paternal political heritage is blue collar Democratic, except that my dad broke with his family on politics and allied with my mother's family's conservatism.

    I'm a former hippie, a home-birth advocate, a home death and green burial advocate, an opponent of capital punishment and resorting to warfare to resolve humankind's differences. I support the right to conscious self-deliverance. I rejoice in any and all consensual expressions of love and eros. I'm a lover and a mom.

    I have never missed voting in an election and I disrespect those who don't avail themselves of this hard-won right. (I have ancestors who fought the Brits in the American Revolution.) I support workers' rights. I recognize our interdependence on this planet, so could be called a greenie. I'm a committed environmentalist in my day-to-day life (in terms of eating locally grown food, expanding public transit, recycling, preserving open space and wildlife, opposing exploitation of natural resources [strip mining, oil-drilling, nuclear facilities, agribusiness, monocultures, clear-cutting timber, overuse of pesticides, genetic modification, etc.]) I want to make the city streets "safe for dancing," as my old friend Tony Serra said when he ran for mayor of SF on the Platypus Party ticket.

    Well, you got me going there, my friend. Thought-provoking read, as I said. ;-)

    xo,
    Macha

    34 weeks 2 days ago
  • Eridanus (not verified)

    Lovely azaleas!

    [cough][gag][snort][sneeze]

    Just lovely...

    I know what you mean.

    36 weeks 5 days ago
  • Anonymous (not verified)

    I feel you. There is too much bs- particularly when people decide that their temperament is tantamount to truthful and ignore everyone else.
    I get irked by immature extroverts or closet introverts who ignore you REPEATEDLY and then pretend you're out of line for being upset by the time they can't pretend you didn't say anything anymore. I find that the same people will ignore you if you blow up right away, too, and that it's because they just don't think that honoring what you value is important to maintaining a relationship, or even worse: that you don't know what you value at all and that it's all a mind game for their pleasure or annoyance. Then they call you passive-aggressive, aggressive, moody, touchy and temperamental. I call them "not listening".

    36 weeks 6 days ago