A Far Less Sunny World Today
Posted by Morrighan on June 23, 2008 at 6:02 am | Last modified: June 23, 2008 6:02 amI have no words… just an unbelievable ache. :-(
Categories: Cynical BytchWytch | Comments Off | Permalink16 Years
Posted by Morrighan on June 8, 2008 at 2:33 pm | Last modified: October 17, 2013 4:22 pmYou’d be driving the car.
You’d be going on dates.
You’d be making my hair greyer than it already is.
You’d be playing ball, just like your little sisters. Or, maybe you’d be cheering them on. Maybe you’d be more bookish and nerdy than athletic and geeky.
You’d be almost grown up today.
Sweet sixteen. Happy birthday, babies mine. I love you, still.
Categories: Cynical BytchWytch, Pagan Parenting | Comments Off | PermalinkMonday’s a Bitch – Five
Posted by Morrighan on March 3, 2008 at 11:41 am | Last modified: March 3, 2008 11:41 am1. What smell reminds you of your childhood?
Mail. I spent almost all of my time with my grandparents when I was young, and until I was 13, my grandfather was the postmaster in our ittybitty town (so small, they recently replaced the last postmaster with a box on the side of the road). The post office was originally in a side-room attached to their grocery store, but when they retired from that in 79 or 80, they moved the post office into a side-room on their house.
Grandpa’d get up at omfg it’s still dark-thirty, and start the fire in the woodstove. Within a half hour, the truck would arrive and they’d unload, and grandpa’d start sorting. By the time he’d call me down for breakfast, he’d be nearly done sorting and would have started the toast (toast made on the top of an old woodstove is AMAZING). In late spring, at least one morning, there would be a teeny, tiny box on the back of the stove, off the main heat but still warmer than the freezing truck. Inside, after about an hour of warmth, something would buzz. A new queen bee, or a couple of new worker bees for the local apiary. (note – sucking honey from a fresh, warm bit of hive is truly a treat and probably unsanitary)
Anyway, mail and stove-toast. BTW – it would have been grandpa’s 21st birthday on Friday. You figure that out. ;)
2. Would you ever consider getting laser eye surgery?
Only if they’d agree to give me general anesthesia.
3. What food do you love now, that took you a long time to develop a taste for?
Beets, cooked asparagus. Rice pudding, bread pudding.
4. Do you have sensitive skin? Is there any material that you don’t like touching your skin?
You remember those horrible, horrible polyester pantsuits for kids that were popular with overbearing parents in the 70s? Those.
5. Whose speaking voice is your favourite to listen to?
Morgan Freeman. I know how cliche that sounds, but he’s got a voice that just makes me think… hey, everything’s going to be ok. That big bomb dropping, why, that’ll be just fine. We can roast marshmallows and have a sing-a-long … Not to mention for an old guy, he’s teh hawt.