Clearing out, tuning up
Sweeping up the chametz from the corners with Heru's own feather.
My Spring Break wanderlust isn't going to get fed, I fear, unless I can fit in an overnight away this weekend. There's much to do close to home.
eye_of_zohar, bless his heart, has been doing yeoman's work clearing out boxes from our garage. Some of it is clutter. Some is old identity (for him as well as me). Some is both. Via Freecycle he's found homes for old data CDs, home-taped episodes of Mystery Science Theatre 3000, and near-mint copies of the first couple years of Wired magazine. Psycholinguistics and statistics books get donated. Novels get sold or dropped off at the library. Anything like magick makes its way to the store. (BTW, check out the dynamically updated events listing - they're fed in from Google Calendar!)
I have been spending time every day pruning something in our overgrown garden. Pyracantha, of course. Two days ago, the camellia and ground cover on the pool patio. Yesterday, the Mexican sage and the volunteer rose bush/tree near the pool equipment. I joke that "Geburic gardening" is the only kind I'm really good at.
I also need to get rid of most of my clothes: they are worn, outdated, and/or far too baggy on me. I've lost 18 pounds, with 5-10 more to go. I'll store away a few items that fit my heavier self. I have to figure out how to dress myself all over again. (I'm accepting offers of help from anyone who's better at shopping than I am.) EOZ has been encouraging me to take up bike riding again to build strength -- and to keep him company. My much-neglected Red Bomber has been tuned up in the shop and is ready to come home.
And tonight is the first initiation that I'll perform in what looks like a very busy Lodge season. I'll be spending time today preparing for that meditatively and dramatically. Still, it's a blessing that this is one of the (dramatically) simpler grade advancements with only three officers in the Hall.
I feel a great responsibility to those that have gone before and those coming after. Time to ask for Help.
My Spring Break wanderlust isn't going to get fed, I fear, unless I can fit in an overnight away this weekend. There's much to do close to home.
eye_of_zohar, bless his heart, has been doing yeoman's work clearing out boxes from our garage. Some of it is clutter. Some is old identity (for him as well as me). Some is both. Via Freecycle he's found homes for old data CDs, home-taped episodes of Mystery Science Theatre 3000, and near-mint copies of the first couple years of Wired magazine. Psycholinguistics and statistics books get donated. Novels get sold or dropped off at the library. Anything like magick makes its way to the store. (BTW, check out the dynamically updated events listing - they're fed in from Google Calendar!)
I have been spending time every day pruning something in our overgrown garden. Pyracantha, of course. Two days ago, the camellia and ground cover on the pool patio. Yesterday, the Mexican sage and the volunteer rose bush/tree near the pool equipment. I joke that "Geburic gardening" is the only kind I'm really good at.
I also need to get rid of most of my clothes: they are worn, outdated, and/or far too baggy on me. I've lost 18 pounds, with 5-10 more to go. I'll store away a few items that fit my heavier self. I have to figure out how to dress myself all over again. (I'm accepting offers of help from anyone who's better at shopping than I am.) EOZ has been encouraging me to take up bike riding again to build strength -- and to keep him company. My much-neglected Red Bomber has been tuned up in the shop and is ready to come home.
And tonight is the first initiation that I'll perform in what looks like a very busy Lodge season. I'll be spending time today preparing for that meditatively and dramatically. Still, it's a blessing that this is one of the (dramatically) simpler grade advancements with only three officers in the Hall.
I feel a great responsibility to those that have gone before and those coming after. Time to ask for Help.