battling on . . .

The magic has slipped – I have to get it back.

Today I got up and made coffee. I checked Facebook and emails. I wen’t into the garden and picked 3 tomatoes, 3 squash, and a dozen okra (too big to use). Something is very at home in my garden and it’s not me! The opossum was here last night, and we see the racoon pair almost every night, and the cats lay in the herbs. There are plenty of collards.

I sorted my beads on Friday. I have a lovely stock and no imagination. Well, not quite no imagination. I want to try bead crochet. I only have small seed beads so can’t get as creative as I’d like and I’ll probably have to work harder than I want, too! lol

I’m moving back to my diet – breakfast was 2 boiled eggs, 1/2 a yogurt, a clementine and coffee with half and half. Best I could do today. Lunch will be tuna salad and raw veges, maybe a 1/3 cup cottage cheese for dipping. I have pork thawing for dinner, seems it’s always what’s for dinner – we got a bundle from the local meat shop and it’s heavily pork. Maybe I’ll use sauerkraut with it.

I’ll reapply at CVS, Rite Aide, and Hobby Lobby today. I need a job. Same old song. My kids need to not pay for us. We are so broke. No gas money, no shampoo, no paper towels. I had to buy tampons. WHY can’t menopause just settle on me and STOP the need for 2 $8.99 per box plugs. The money is so precious. We are taking back the miscelaneous expenses from the kids – 150$. That leaves them with our gas/elec, water. They are stressed trying to finish paying off their student loans, they pay my son’s college plus send him $100 a month for food, and cover screw up money for 2 other sisters, and help her dad from time to time. Now they are pregnant and want to buy a house. This young couple is amazing. They step up and handle everything life throws at all of us. Someday, when I’m back on my feet – I’m going to make sure I have something to at least WILL to them. All I can do is ask the Universe to bless them DAILY. Bless them, their jobs, their family, and their new baby (8 weeks 3 days old – all tucked unknowingly inside V’s womb). Just the thought overwhelms me. Goddess protect their lives.

Today is Steve’s day to work with his brother. He’ll bring home $100. House payment will be late, but with all care, we’ll make it by the 15th.

I also found the ants are at least finding new paths to crawl when I use peppermint and citronella oils in my counter cleaner. If it weren’t for the animals, Steve would have had them killed years ago. So we battle on.

That’s the scoop for today. Battling on; laughing when we can, crying when we need to.

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$5

Last night, Steve and I played trivia and ate dinner using house cash. Afterwards, we stood out in the parkinglot and talked for 2 hours. About 2 am (we were still yapping) we were approached by a drunk black man who came up saying “don’t be afraid of me.” He wanted to talk to. He was almost staggering. Steve asked where he lived and he pointed to a blanket under a tree across the street. I could believe it. He told us he’d been celebrating his birthday, and went on about how much he loved the guys, hugging each of them in turn. I love you man – I really love you. I’m so glad you are here. I hate being alone. I was overcome with this big sadness for him. He really didn’t say much to me except to call me m’am. He got around to asking for a few dollars for some breakfast – there WAS a Waffle House right up the street. Steve gave him $5 of our $15 gas money which was OUR last money in the world. We told him to enjoy his breakfast.

This morning, Steve got up thinking how the man probably spent it on drink and said he shouldn’t have given it to him. Our friend Danny gave the man $2 as well, so we all knew he COULD eat. I told Steve even if he wasted it, I hope we are never so closed fisted as to put $5 over a PERSON. Steve left a few minutes ago to go to his brother’s house – he’ll come home with $100 dollars tonight. We won’t miss the $5. Who knows if the man ate? I hope so.

I walked my scraggly garden this morning – picked a squash, a bunch of green beans, 3 okra, 2 cucumbers, and made note of 7 decent sized tomatoes that will be ready in a couple of days. We don’t get much sun so our produce is lacking, but the plants sure look pretty.

Yesterday I made my daughter a necklace for her birthday and worked on a pink crochet blanket for her baby that’s due in February. It might not be a girl, but she wants a girl, so the first blanket is for HER. When I got up this morning the phone and Internet were shut off. V had forgotten to pay the phone bill. We caught it in the window where they could restore service without charging a reconnect fee. If I didn’t pay the phone right then, there would be a reconnect and deposit fee to deal with. So I took the money out of our precious house payment that we’d scrimped for and gotten together to pay TODAY (it’s late tomorrow) and paid the phone bill instead so V wouldn’t be worried with any extra money on our account. I had to text her and ask if she could put the $58.16 back in my account so I could make the house pmt. I cried as I texted her. She simply texted back “yes.” She never calls anymore. I know it’s because she’s stressed and busy and pregnant and carrying my family, plus her sisters, her father, her brother…what is there to say? She’s too busy to talk. I know she’d be upset to know I cried AGAIN and she doesn’t want me to feel guilty – but I do.

Life is so freaking unbalanced these days. The dog is out of duck tenders and we don’t have the money to buy more (yes my mind flashed to the $5). Jackie doesn’t understand. I’d like to buy some stones for the Etsy Store. I need supplies – no money. Everything is about something I hate with a passion. MONEY. Without it, you can’t live. With it, you live for everyone else. The governor of GA wants to replace our state’s illegal immigrant workers with people on probation. This could affect Kansas when he gets out later this year. A man died at the prison yesterday and my son spent 6 hrs in handcuffs for no reason except the roommate didn’t say where he was was going when he left the cell. He was shoved, cut, humiliated – his school books and papers strewen all over. He might have cried, but anger is different from fear. I hope that guard understands there is karma even for how prisoners are treated. I digress again…

Nothing really moves forward right now. WE, me, my loved ones, those I bump into on the street – all seem to be in a holding pattern. Things are not able to move forward yet. The balance is elusive.

The moon is eclipsing – We will have a fire tonight. I have work to do –

My alter is a table by the fire ring.
My cloth is Violet –
A plate of Earth – face the North

my stones – amazonite, aventurine, bloodstone, calcite, emerald, hematite, malachite, peridot, ruby, tiger’s eye, topaz, and tourquoise

My knotting cord – 5 cords for Earth, water, fire, air, spirit –
gold, green, orange, purple, violet colors chosen for what I want.
By knot of ONE, the spell’s begun
By knot of TWO, it cometh true
By knot of THREE, so mote it be
By knot of FOUR, this power I store
By knot of FIVE, the spell’s alive
By knot of SIX, this spell I fix
By knot of SEVEN, events I’ll leaven
By knot of EIGHT, it will be Fate
By knot of NINE, what’s done is mine

offering/food – almonds, blackberries, cashews, strawberries, orange slices, pineapple, rice, We will offer to the Goddess, taste each item.
spices – black pepper, clove, nutmeg, sprinkled on the food with intent.

my herbal powder – basil, cinnamon, ginger, dill, honeysuckle, lemon balm, sage, cedar, patchouli and yarrow, saffron, blended with motar and pestal. Offered to all the gods and goddesses and all directions.

Great Mother Goddess,
My need is great
My heart is true,
The future success of all I do
I lay before you to bless and guide
with my husband at my side.
We are not seperate, we act as one,
In our lives and in this business.
I ask you Grandmother
in faith and love
Fulfill our needs
and help us see,
the path to walk that honors Thee.
Into this soil passed through my hand
My intent I do command.
Make it last,
Make it strong,
From Earth to me where it belongs.
Success, money, clarity
This is my will.
So Mote it be.

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Survival … suggestions greedily accepted

Our house cleaning gig postponed on us till next week. That $100 is so precious and it really hurts. We are learning to adjust. I wish everything didn’t start in survival mode, but it’s where we are. Sorry loves.

I thought about asking a new friend for some of his special seeds, but jail doesn’t really appeal to me – plus I’ve never been a smoker – but my son-in-law would really like some special brownies for his special days… lol shame on me. I wouldn’t, but I am human and think about it, briefly, a lot. Wonder what they sell for. STOP IT Amber – really. Move off in a different direction. Who wants to buy soap? Cleaners? A nice wrapped crystal? Something legal? Anyone . . . ????

Survival – noun

1. the act or fact of surviving, especially under adverse or unusual circumstances.
2. a person or thing that survives or endures, especially an ancient custom, observance, belief, or the like.
3. Anthropology . (no longer in technical use) the persistence of a cultural trait, practice, or the like long after it has lost its original meaning or usefulness.
in cultural anthropology, a cultural phenomenon that originates under one set of conditions and persists in a period when those conditions no longer obtain. The term was first employed by the British anthropologist Edward Burnett Tylor in his Primitive Culture (1871). Tylor believed that seemingly irrational customs and beliefs, such as peasant superstitions, were vestiges of earlier rational practices. He distinguished between continuing customs that maintained their function or meaning and those that had lost their utility and were further thought to be poorly integrated with the rest of culture. The latter he termed survivals.

I wonder where we really DO go from here? We are surviving, kind of, but haven’t re-fit IN. So far, there is not enough being generated to make a difference or even pay the house payment. $50 short is not enough to make it – and the dog  needs food which I can’t buy. Screaming to the Universe isn’t helping. It isn’t helping. I hear echos . . .

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Posting for a friend…

A New Name For Mother

I wandered in an age old place with gray framed memories and dusty floors

a small girl child crouched just out of reach and watched me

not afraid, but not quite friendly.

She followed me, expectantly

as though I might show her something.

Without warning I came upon a woman I remember

with hands like mine and a broken voice

she didn’t look up, not even once.

She was busy spinning a blanket for herself.

She seemed incapable of looking at me.

I wanted her to see me – to hear me

but my words became solid and fell into the dust –

they couldn’t reach her

like they never, ever reached her.

I turned and looked at the little girl and she stepped out of the shadows.

I reached out my hand and she took it.

Quietly, gently, we opened the door and found the sun rising;

we looked at each other and smiled.

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4 pennies

Shopping at Publix where my dollars go SO far – NOT! This morning I went to Publix for the yogurt brand everyone loves (Liberte’ yogurt is amazing it’s so good plus I have coupons for it!) – I got a few spices, some shiritaki noodles (tofu noodles for me) and flour, sugar, pasta sauce …- not a thing was non-food and the Publix computer wanted 4 more cents. Called it food tax. I can’t imagine what they wanted tax on and gods know I didn’t have any money. The clerk asked me twice very impatiently if I wanted to suspend my order and go to the customer service desk. I said NO, I don’t want to go to the customer service desk and stand in another line for 4 cents. There should be no tax. I bought NO non-food items. She didn’t know how to find it or fix it and insisted on her 4 pennies. So I made her wait while I dumped my purse for the 4 pennies. I found 3 and a quarter. What a bunch of crap. I swear, I don’t care who I make wait, or make uncomfortable these days. If I have to be treated like this, people will have to watch it.

I’m unemployed and I use an EBT card. My clothes are rattier than they were 2 1/2 yrs ago. I am still a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and a very nice lady. But I’m getting angrier than I ever imagined I could be. Especially when the beautifully manicured family in suits and lovely dresses behind me, take the time to let me know they don’t mind waiting.

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I missed one day, just ONE day!

and look what I found this morning! I think the okra may be too big, and the
zucchini is humongous! lol wonder if I should make zucchini bread?

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mid-week madness

It’s Wednesday again. I’m not making that my new motto.

I cut 6 inches off my hair, myself, on Monday, and no one noticed.

No word from Dixie Belle Peaches. No stand. No additional work . . .

Steve’s gone off to spend the day at his only regular gig – working for his brother.

I’ve just finished placing the clothes across the deck rail to dry. Geoffrey just vaccumed. Dishes are calling softly. There are 2 loads of laundry to fold and socks to match. I also need to spend some time with the Periodic Table, memorizing it for trivia. I have to pull my weight, which is now stuck at 246. Not complaining, but ready to see it move down some more. And Steve needs me to at least know the Noble Gases, lol.

We won $15 in house cash last night at a place we desperately wanted to like. It was in an old railway station. The owner had tried to grow her own herbs and buy locally grown produce. It didn’t work so they’d renamed it and were starting over. The food had sugar added where it shouldn’t have, and way too much salt. Steve and I had to send one dinner back and to replace it, we ordered a desert. It was a white chocolate bread pudding with strawberry compote. OMG it was amazing. I ate about 1/3 of it before pushing it off to Steve. You do not know how badly I wanted that. I was so good. I think the hunger isn’t raging because my carbs are low. I also think the weight is sitting here because the calories/fat on this plan are too low. I always did like Atkins. I could eat the fats and the weight kept moving off – I really think I could just bump back over to it and it might make a difference.

Tuesday next is cleaning day for Bobby’s house. We are so broke. V just emailed about the peach stand – there is nothing to tell her. We are as broke as any two people can be. Someone offered me chickens and the support of a 1700 member active group to help change the ordinances to keep them. You know I want chickens, right? lol

I know everything is disjointed. I’m thinking it’s the approaching menopause. I told Steve my symptoms will be the one handled by horse-piss pills. That’s my kind of luck. Weight that sticks tight. Depression. Raging sex drive. Crying all the time. Not being able to see well. No attention span. Find me a medicine that will hit these symptoms and I’ll sell my soul for it. Just don’t tell my mom.

Dinner tonight will be pork chop, collards, squash, fried okra and watermellon. I’ll be glad when this day is over.

later gators.

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another week begins

Still no stand. We’ve given up. I don’t know what those people had to gain by stringing us along like that. A promise of a minimum wage job and days of us spending our precious gas to check on delivery of fictional fencing, and invisible peaches. They had us sit in the parking lot for hours waiting on a truck that never came in 95 degree heat. And we did it because we are desperate for work. They said they were paying us from the first of June until it happened because they were running behind. I called for an update to be put on hold then hung up on. Their voice mails are full. I spent Friday in tears over how used and disappointed I felt. Dixiebelle Peaches will never get my business – EVER. I hope KARMA bites them big time!

A group of us online-Facebook are using the 17 day Diet together. I have lost 8 lbs in 6 days. It’s a modified low carb plan. I love it. I wore my size 18 jeans 2 days ago and threw out another bag of tent-y clothes yesterday. I need to get more serious about meal spacing. Breakfast by 11am is not really a good thing. I had a lazy breakfast this morning. I drank a protein shake with my green tea. I had to go get yogurt and sauerkraut (my probiotics of choice) I am set to go except I’m subing limes for lemon in my green tea lol. I also need to look at the meals again because this week I’m supposed to alternate low carb with modified natural carbs. I need to use my lentiles and brown rice etc… and I get to this week!

The garden is starting to put out a bit of okra now, collards are still going strong, yellow squash is slowly producing. Tomatoes are green on the vines and in need of staking. We have a single fig. And the eggplants are blooming. Lots of herbs are useable so it makes cooking fun. I found a peppermill marked down too and mine melted several months ago, so I splurged the 4$ and got it.

Steve’s headed out to work with his brother so we’ll have a tiny bit of money for the week. The 12th can’t come soon enough so we can use food stamps instead of our housepayment money for groceries.

We also spent for business cards.

Someone inquired about adopting Tommy. I know we put them online for homes, but he’s gonna be hard to let go of. We love our sweet qrange guy. Damn I don’t want to let any of them go.

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What lesson is this bringing to me?

The Peach Stand was supposed to open today but as of 1pm there is still no sign of it. I have been promised phone calls with no follow up, and emails with no follow up. I am so frustrated and so close to tears yet again. I have been READY and at the beck and call of these people for days. Steve hasn’t been able to go to work with his brother today which is our only guaranteed money. We have spent gas money we didn’t have to waste, checking on whether they have started the stand. My stomach is in my throat.

Yesterday I had to tell Geoffrey he doesn’t get to take the summer PE class that freed up his school year to allow him to take chorus and French. He was disappointed. The hardest part was having asked my daughter for money and then having to explain that nothing is happening money wise yet. We are still 2 weeks off from any kind of money IF the peach stand comes through. I feel like I’m being torn apart again. I know she didn’t mean a thing by asking about our ‘jobs.’ She called this morning to let me know her pregnancy test was positive. They’ve been trying for over a year and she’s almost 32. She doesn’t need to be supporting her mother’s unit – my words not hers.

FRUSTRATION

Update – I started making noise and rattling chains and finally got some answers about the peach stand. They planned the set-up poorly and it’s still coming. We are being paid from today forward. It may be Friday before it actually starts and I will stop being so upset and give them room since they understand I will report a scam…

And did I tell you I’m gonna have a new grandbaby???? A new grandbaby! I am a grandbaby hog!

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a day of rest

Yesterday, it took 9 hrs to finish cleaning that lady’s house. Toward the end, Steve was grumbling. Less than minimum wage, etc…but we had our money and a satisfied customer. We stumbled to trivia and won 1st – $50 in house cash. Steve has slept most of the day. He’s going to his brother’s to work tomorrow. Then we have a house to clean on Tuesday. The peach stand should open on Wednesday if we get our information untangled. The stand was supposed to be up yesterday but so far, no sign of it. We’ll see what happens.

I spent $38 dollars for business cards and a trial web site for us. I hope I handle this correctly.

www.paschalfamilyservices.com

The girls took Kayla clothes shopping today. I know my sweet girl looks wonderful. They are having a wonderful weekend.

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