I haven't logged in here for quite awhile. I've been posting at MySpace, began a book and have been busy being a Mom and trying to close on a new house. This has involved fun things like going to look at tile for the living room floor, searching for new appliances, planning various decorating projects, and fantasizing about how our magical gardens are going to look. It has also involved reams of paperwork and lots of questions and frustrations. Buying a house ain't what it used to be. One must prove, prove again, and prove yet some more that his finances are sound and that she doesn't have any deep, dark secrets which might lead to financial difficulties down the road. Time and again we've had closing dates promised, only to be told later that we could not close due to further documentation we need to submit or issues the seller needs to take care of. N and I are eager to get into the house, as much cleaning and painting must be done and we will have to pull up the old living room tile and install new before we can move any furniture into said area. In addition to our possible move, I'd been plagued by a nagging feeling over the past month or so that something was not right with my family up north. Each time I'd ask my Ma about it she'd insist that nothing was amiss, but my fears were recently confirmed. The issue isn't something that can't be resolved, but it is a scary issue and one that I am frightened by due to my familiarity with it. I am hoping that I can be of assistance to my family in what will hopefully become a time of positive growth and am glad that I have my own life together enough these days to be of any use at all. I am relieved to finally be aware of the situation, since when I have these feelings they almost always prove to be valid (such as my asking N if he'd heard from a friend of ours last week who then called him a couple of days later). I have not progressed to the level where I can discern what is actually going on, however, and this can be very frustrating.
There isn't much going on with us today. N is sleeping, my little on is watching cartoons, and I'm about to get off the computer and scoop her up to do something a bit more constructive. We are going to meet some friends a little later in the day, but I'm not envisioning a highly active night as N has taken a bit headachey again after a bout last night with a criminal carnival jockey at a local church fair. I cannot believe they allow such snake oil salesmen to work carnivals aimed at making money for the church. Games are one thing (and we all know that carnival games are always a bit shady-we expect it) but this was over the top. What this man is doing should be illegal. That's okay. I know that my guardian spirits are hard at work, and for sure this guy is earning himself some bad energy in the extreme.
