Longish post involving plans, head shrinking, craft stores, magic and sex

[sorchawench]

I plan, God laughs. So my planned activity for this two days isn't happening due to sheer lack of hours.

(sorry Picky ::sheepish grin::)

I was up at OMG thirty this morning. The dogs were getting their bark on. Stray, I think. Which got Kyree into wanting to go out and get her bark on too. Only fair after all. I spent about an hour wandering around the house aimlessly before I realized two things. I was awake and hadn't had my allergy meds yet and I was in pain.

Why is it, when you realize these things, your eyes suddenly try to swell shut? Why is it my brain refuses to recognize basic human body responses until an hour AFTER I wake up?

I trudged back to the bedroom, swallowed some pills, and fell back over. I recall very odd dreams. Floaty dreams. And being suddenly AWAKE at 11:30. I literally sprung out of bed, went straight to the bathroom, and was in the shower before I realized what I was doing.

Thank goodness I sleep naked, or I would have laundry to do today.

TMF and I went to the head shrinker. He has proclaimed us completely normal and to continue being so. We discussed Society and it's tribal activities, little things you find yourself doing, everyone is doing. And we're either going to get our shit together or fracture.

We discussed families. How TMF and I are the caretaker children of our older generation. Both sets of parents, and any greats live within a mile of the house. TMF mentioned that he'd grown up around a large family and couldn't imagine not being in close contact. I mentioned that I'd grown up an Army brat and considered Thanksgiving and Xmas with his family an interesting social experiment.

Head shrinker wasn't surprised that I would approach the Holidays with that outlook.

After the appointment I took TMF to work. Then realized I had 8 hours before I had to come pick him up, and a (minimum) 6 hour round trip planned. Through DFW. During rush hour.

So...realizing that my plan was shot to hell, I went to the craft store!

Now, while at the craft store, I got a phone call. I'd run across a baby pagan last night. He asked for my contact info and called me this afternoon. He might be coming by this evening, to talk. If memory serves, last night he said he'd taken a ::cough:: correspondence course. Today he told me he'd never even cast circle, much less anything else.

I think this is going to be a double sided feeling out mission. I appreciate anyone who takes the time to learn, and I believe there are many roads, but I'm not a big believer in mail order witchcraft.

Ok, face it. I had to bite back giggles.

An ex did one of those witchcraft by mail courses. And tried to convince me that it was required classwork for him to find a willing female partner to masturbate while holding his ritual athame, while he cast circle. Considering that my positive sexual experiences were nil at that point and I was still a virgin, he was more than a little disappointed that I refused. He'd been trying to get into my pants for months, and I was more than a little suspicious. My bullshit meter was working just fine, even back then.

Course nowadays, I'm a little more jaded experienced and the idea doesn't seem quite so repellent now. A little silly, unless you're working specific sex magic, but otherwise, I'm game.

Ahhh, how times change.

So, I'm home. Waiting to see if baby pagan shows or not. I may look into dinner here in a bit. I've got chicken and pork chops. What I'm going to end up cooking though remains a mystery.