We will begin tonight’s festivities with a grand greeting of joy. It’s Adam‘s birthday, he’s now 25. (Right? 25?) As you may know by now, I send/hand out/drop off/have delivered wee treasures to my witchlings for some seasonal events. The Witchs’s New Year is one that I like to mark. Since Hanny has been living away from home, I generally ship hers. (With the help of Dorothy, Charles, and Bryan.)
This year was no different. Except that I was slightly less organized. I had made the purchases on time, and I knew I’d left enough days for the box to arrive. I just forgot to bring her new address along when I left the damn house. And I got my tasks backwards. (Dyslexics do that.) It turned out fine though. In the new place Fed Ex goes right to their door. A blissfully welcome change from the days when I was forced to panic and she was forced to chase down a sweaty man who only showed up in the business/maintainance office once every seventh Tuesday on the Full Moon or some other stupid and mysterious combinations of peculiar timing.
In this year’s Seattle-bound Package O’ Samhain Goodness were also two small tokens for Mr J.Adam’s special day. It turns out, my psychability is even more tuned in than I thought. The presents were not only welcome, but items he actually NEEDED! Happy Happy to our Carolina boy. Glad you liked the gifts and we’ll see you all in just a few days.
As everyone probably also knows, I have become a serious blog hopper, and make my rounds nearly every night. Checking in hither and yon, to get the news and see who’s doing what. Well I’ve recently been introduced to this woman, and she is absolutely pee your pants funny. She, like so many very humorous individuals, has her own demons and issues that bedevil her. (Don’t we all?!) She is also quite prolific, with like four different sites and tons of archival posts. I’ll get caught up. Eventually.
One thing I found out last night was that she is also a miniaturist. I know! Cool. Her last post mentioned a decade long project that I had to share, ( here is her picture page ) but I wasn’t alone. Melissa did the same this morning. The blog-o-sphere is an odd land, with its own rules and “coincidental” factorings built in to it. Melle and I recently discovered that we were in the same place at the same time, over 30 years ago. On an island. In the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Not kidding! When she was about 5 or so, and I was a barely teen, we were both in Hawaii. She was closer to the military bases (being a military family and all), while I was in a small town called Kailua (where Barack was too, at the same time, just sayin’). Every summer I had a job, many of them involved childcare for small blonde girls from military families. No, I wasn’t her babysitter, but it was a damn close call. And beyond bizarre, even for me. And her.
The Halloween decorations at Mom’s tonight were vast. Even though she said that she just hadn’t felt like getting all of them out. She grew pumpkins this year in her garden. The above photo shows two.
And of course she dressed the doll, bears, and lamb. As well as most of the tables, including flat surfaces that aren’t technically tables at all.
Hard to see in this shot, but those flowers are orange too. And from her yard. (As were the tomatoes and potatoes we had with dinner.)
Come on, who else has hand knitted holiday sweaters on their stuffed buddies?! In an antique wagon?!
With counted cross stitched napkins in autumnal colors?! Maybe only my mother. Or Martha Stewart.
She said that after tomorrow she’ll replace some with more fall-like arrangements and toys, so as to not be too event-specific. Yeah, it was fun. She made Daniel a belated pie and a huge cakepan of frosted brownies (which Dad kept wanting to cut into early and have with his coffee). Empress and Max came by. It was only about half of us, but it was loud.
When I flipped over our crystal card this afternoon, knowing where we were going and having already texted Adam my regards, this really made me smile. The significant words that go along with this one couldn’t have been more perfect. (Even if the picture is crappy.)
Ruby ~ passion, love, precious memories.
Your passion for someone you love is being rekindled and you will soon find yourself glowing with a new found sense of joy and wonder for life. As you find yourself reflecting on all the blessings and precious memories derived from this beautiful relationship, you realise that bad times are easily forgotten, yet precious memories of love live forever.
Love is an ocean which forever ebbs and flows. At times a raging sea – at times tranquil and calm.”
Next time I see a ruby I am definitely going to look at it differently.
(Edited to add.) Late Night Update: go look at this! From Judie!