Phoning In

I have never had a clear connection with deities or beings of that nature. Sure, I get faint tugs and faint impressions every now and again but nothing that screams “Hey, deity x wants this”.

Until last night. Now it took me nearly all day to figure it out but when it hit me, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I had a dream that included Timothy Omundson. Now it didn’t seem too strange particularly because we have been watching Psych for the past month or so. What was weird, though, was it was bearded Timothy and older than his Psych persona.

Now why it was strange, besides the obvious, was the fact that I made a mental note that the way he looks was how I envisioned Odin would be if he appeared today. Or, y’know, if I had control over casting choices of American Gods.

I mean look at that! Mr. Wednesday. Hello!

Back on track. In the dream Timothy was in the house looking around. Getting ready for something. Then he was leaving, telling me he would be back soon/later. I was excited and tried to distract myself in the dream. I remember getting annoyed with people because I was waiting for Him to return.

That was pretty much it.

Wonder what the heck is going to happen.

On a Lighter Note

Now that things have calmed down a bit I can talk about some of the better things that have happened during this past week.

Grendal and I were told that anything in his grandparents’ kitchen could be ours since we had recently moved into our first home. It was heartwarming in the middle of all the drama, anger, and overwhelming sadness. We waited a few days before returning to look at what was there. We waited so Grendal could work up the courage and not cry looking at the empty house.

So I began looking through the cupboards, feeling a little awkward all the while. One I opened had a small collection of cookbooks. My one weakness, and apparently Granny’ well. I pulled them down and looked through them. Most were rather recent and had to do with health issues. Recipes with low sodium, heart healthy, etc. I found two cookbooks, one older than me by 10 years, that had been put together by a small community in Wisconsin. The book had hand written notes on pages. Apparently the zucchini bread recipe on page 10 is worth looking at (I love zucchini bread).

In the midst of all the recipes I found what looked like a large pamphlet. Upon further inspection it was a folded up, poster sized paper. Alone and curious as a cat, I began to unfold it.

My little witchy heart was all a flutter.

Staring back at me was a large grid of common herbs and what could be harvested from them. A column for uses to ease ailments. How to dry them properly. Luckily for me no one was in the kitchen so they didn’t have to witness a 30 year old woman jumping around like a child. I showed Grendal once I calmed down and he was just as interested, especially since he is now known as the ‘Herb Guy’ at work due to making up a nice herbal tea concoction to ease a friend’s lungs.

While I do worship the Norse gods and the title of heathen is the closest thing I can relate to, kitchen witchery has always been an interest of mine. I have dabbled in it, putting in extra energies while baking or preparing a meal. Knowing that certain spices aid in certain things. I never got to the point where I am comfortable in adding kitchen witch to my title. Hearth and home, though, are big things to me. I think that mat be one reason why my home has to be just so and that meals are a very big thing to me. Especially in winter.

I suppose this little ramble is done. Like I said, happy things coming out of the recent drama. :D

How Does Your Garden Grow?

With the blood of my enemies.

So Grendal and I have decided that a garden is going to be our thing. Two gardens, actually! We have bought the flowers for his garden in front and we have the seeds for our veggies in back! It shall be glorious. At least, I hope. We have tried a garden once before but it failed. We both worked wonky hours at the time and no one in his family felt like helping. But when they started their garden, dammit, we had to help. That garden did well until sister-in-law stopped receiving praise and then it rotted for half the year.

But I digress.

So we are doing the typical veggie thing and I have finally started eyeballing flowers. They aren’t really my thing. I know only a few by name and even fewer by glance(I know of the Tiffany rose thanks to my elder sister wanting a plant with her name), so when Grendal wanted to look for seeds I just went along. He has a color scheme worked out: deep purples, rich reds, and blues. There is a marigold in there, adding orange to it, and a black pansy as well. Grendal said as long as it fit his color scheme I could pick out a few flowers that I liked.

Of course leave it to me to find ones with interesting names that I think look amazing!

The two that we ended up snagging seeds for was Molten Fire and Love Lies Bleeding(respective pictures to follow). See what I mean about the names?

Love the reds!

Reminds me of dripping blood……Not really. Who came up with this name?

Other than the planting for decorations I did manage to get Grendal to okay this ceramic toad leftover from the coffee shop. We also have this guy:

His name is Luigi.

His name is Luigi.

He is a garden troll! We had been looking at garden tools and I wandered over to where the lawn ornaments were.  Giving odd looks to the flamingos and side eyeing the modern lawn gnomes(Monroe impersonators and bikers galore), marveling at the large amount of toads (ours could have a friend!) then I saw the trolls.  They were on the top shelf and I had to stand on my toes only slightly to grab at them.  There were quite a few!  Luigi, (going off of memory and some of my own name after this) Stumpy, Mother Troll, Father Troll, “Odin” Troll(barkskin cloak and hat!!), Two-Fries-Short-of-a-Kid’s-Meal troll, baby looking troll. I think that was it but I could be wrong.  They all had a very natural look to them and were very much a garden and lawn addition.  Of course I grabbed Luigi, showed him to Grendal and promptly brought him to the pack.  He was just as smitten as I was, and just as alarmed by the Gnomes near by.  We took Luigi home with us and placed him near the front door.  I plan on buying Mother Troll and placing her in the garden since she has a basket full of fruits and veggies.  I will probably grab the Odin looking troll and placing him in the garden in front as well.

The trolls are a welcome addition, especially since I was trying to think of a neighbor friendly item to represent the wight in the area.  Whether there is one or I am attracting it is still to be seen, but I will be placing offerings around the trolls to entice them.  Probably Luigi for the flowers and Mother Troll for the vegetable garden. the “Odin” troll will just be a nice little addition and surprise for anyone searching for such and odd thing.

Grendal and I plan on being that strange couple with the awesome looking house/garden.  I think the trolls and oddly named plants will key into that!

Can I Breath Yet?

So, it has been a month since the disaster. I suppose it’s time for an update.

Divo is currently employed full-time with a big name coffee shop. While he is happy working with coffee once again he is not happy with the way they do it. He was spoiled by the hands on approach we had. We could tweak things, control things, and fine tune it all. At corporate coffee shop, not so much. He is bemoaning it all but I know he is enjoying himself to some degree.

Myself? I too have wandered back to corporate America. There is a clause in the papers I had to fill out stating that I can’t really talk about them so no name. I shall allude to them! They are big with bread. I think that is vague enough. I have been with them for a week now, having worked alongside Grendal previously. It’s odd to be in this atmosphere again. To make things worse I went from being a store manager of a small local store to being the bottom rung of a chain store. I bitched in my head how I knew how to do more then what they had me doing. Dishes, cleaning tables, and tidying the lobby? I could man drivethru if they let me. True, I don’t know how to make their meals but that is besides the point! Luckily I spent the better portion of my 9 hour shift learning how to construct their salads. I was happier. Not to mention I think they agreed to make me full-time.

I haven’t received a paycheck but Divo has and has gotten back to paying rent. We told him he could wait but he said he could and wanted to. It came like a blessing. We are getting towards the end of what little money we had. We have LINK for groceries but that doesn’t help with bills. Like I said, we have been lucky.

So, now we go day by day and see how things go. I no longer have the steady schedule that I was used to. Yes I can guess the time I start on a day that I work but there are to promised and consistent days off. It sucks to be back to that. There is the slightest of possibilities that may change in the near future. I have a friend and his long time girlfriend wanting to open up a coffee and game board place. They asked me to head the barista portion of it, and give them some idea of things that could be needed. They say the pay will be great. They have a backer and a plan. All I can do is cross my fingers and wish them luck.

Now I play the waiting game.

My Tower Crumbled

In a not so spectacular way either.

Two days before Valentine’s Day the boss came into the office while I was doing some work.  She waited until another coworker left the office and closed the door.  It was time for something serious.  Really serious.  The store was closing.  Not only that but the store was closing in three days.  I was the only one to know for most of a day, thanks to my status of store manager(whee).  Then it began to trickle down through the ranks.

Our household of three employed people was suddenly down to one.  We have had our home for only 3 months and the shit hit the fan in a major way.

I remember sitting in a stunned state up front, trying to go through the motions and trying to remain chipper with a coworker who had yet been informed.  I remember calling out to the gods in my head.  Weeping in my mind and hoping that something positive would happen.

I spent Valentine’s Day filling out applications for a job that would pull more in then the job that Grendal helped me get.  For the time being I am a bus assistant at a local school district.  It is something new.  It is interesting.  It helps us, barely, pay our bills.  Most of all, it keeps me from slipping into depression.  Grendal fretted over me and I finally cried a week after I was first told that the store would be no more.

I am employed.  Divo is employed.  For the moment we are safe, but not comfortable.

Grendal pushed for us to find a table for our altar. We found one and it is up. We placed the items on it. We placed offerings out.

Even my mother told me to pray and place offerings out for the gods.

I am seeing things. More like little signs. A book I read. Seeing a bottle of wine I associate with Odin (Ravenswood) at a restaurant where it is an atypical brand.

It seems like I need to listen. Someone is trying to reach out and I have to accept the aid.