Well…
Dear readers and friends, I just sent my application for gubernatorial pardon via certified mail to Frankfort. I am scared and don’t want to get my hopes up. Please think good thoughts and prayers for me.
Much love. Mahalo.
Where did the last 4 months go?
I am still deeply mourning Rose and Gregory. My second hip surgery happened on July 26th and had its complications. My femur cracked when they were attaching the prosthetic, so they had to wire it together. Also, this time screws had to be used to secure the cup of the joint. Healing has been slow but consistent.
The pain this time was much more challenging; and, for two weeks, I was not allowed to put weight down on my left side beyond just a toe-touch. I did well with that [thank the gods!] as I have good upper body strength. It has been a journey of will over grief. I am attempting to have positive life experiences because I am still here and need to enjoy being alive.
I am in my head too much. Yay for counseling.
Insurance has been difficult to give approval for physical therapy. I feel someone does not understand that I just had major surgery. PT requested 20 visits, but only four were approved. The battle continues. I will be following up with the surgeon’s office this coming Friday. Fingers crossed, they will write a prescription for more PT that will convince the insurance company.
Existence is a struggle for all of us right now. I just wanted to check in with y’all. I hope this finds you well. More to come when the right mood strikes. Mahalo.
A Rose like no other
I feel this is becoming a trend, but another friend has left this earthly plane. Rev. Rosemary A. Fields left us on May 19th. She passed in her sleep.
Rose was more than a best friend; she was a big sister to me and my big sister. Rose was my cheerleader, honored elder, and favorite Witch. I have loved her for more than 20 years and love her still, until we can dance together again.
Rose’s obituary can be found here: https://www.orpfh.com/obituary/rosemary-fields. It outlines just a few of her accomplishments. She was also a third degree in her path.
Life without Rose is painful. I know my heartache will lessen in time, but her spirit will always be a part of my soul.
Blessings to you and yours. Remember to let your loved ones know that you love them, not just with words, but with actions. Mahalo.
The world has lost a gem
I wanted this to be a separate post.
Another dear friend has passed into the Summerlands. Gregory Roberts was a special soul and a very talented guitarist. We lost him on March 27th. I have enjoyed singing in our little band of misfit toys over the last decade or so. And with him, a huge chunk of the music died.
I will have Gregory in my heart forever. Fuck Cancer and all its evil friends. We will have music again someday, but it will never be the same. Mahalo.
Made it into May
Two weeks ago, I had my first hip replacement surgery. It has been an adventure. Nothing was as bad as I had anticipated. Thank the Gods. I follow up with the Dr on Friday and hopefully have more information about when we can do the second hip. Technically, I have 4 more weeks to heal up, minimum.
I have been trying to still do Livestreams weekly. It is at least a tiny form of income. And it is good to get the socialization from a distance. Nice, germ-free distance is for me. The whole family got Covid right as I came home from the hospital. So, that made for more isolation. I finally tested negative yesterday.
I have posted a few health updates on my Clapper profile. Clapper is kind of an adult tiktok that focuses more on social time and interaction, a place to actually find friends and keep in touch with the ones you already have. You can find me here: https://clapper.vip/DisenchantedWitch
I hope everyone had good Ostara and Beltaine. I am so looking forward to dancing around a fire or maypole, something my hips took away from me completely. Heck, I am already enjoying less arthritis pain on the right side. And I am off all arthritis meds, including naproxen.
My mental health has been a journey thru all of this. Covid really tested me. But lots of love, weed, and a bit of porch time with the sun have carried me thru. This is #MentalHealthAwareness month. Have you talked to your therapist or confidant lately? We all need someone to share with and work thru our demons. I am so grateful for mine.
That pretty much has us caught up. Y’all hug each other when you can and always let folks know you love them. Mahalo.
Banana Soup
I apologize, Dear Readers, for dropping off the edge of the world as we went thru the Winter Holidays and started a new calendar year. Happy 2023! I am now on an app called Clapper. If you go there, you will find the Banana Soup that I made for Thanksgiving. This is where things began. We made a mess of the first batch of Banana Pudding. It never set up correctly and stayed soupy. I was determined to make it work, but ended up making a second batch to take to my in-laws for dinner… but ended up not making sugar-free, so limited people could eat it. It was a lose/lose moment. But it was all delicious! We even ate the Banana Soup at home and enjoyed every bit of its sweet decadence. I was so happy to see all my babies for Thanksgiving.
Christmas/Hanukkah/Yule time was quiet and low-key. After a scary winter storm passed through, we did have a white Christmas. The new year was rung in outside around a fire pit with a hand full of friends new and old. No television this year. New Year’s Rockin’ Eve program hasn’t been the same since Dick Clark passed away and none of us wanted to hover inside when it was so beautiful outdoors. I feel it was a good way to start the new year.
I was able to celebrate Imbolc with friends around the kitchen table: coffee, tea, and good camaraderie. I worked online for Valentine’s Day and actually enjoyed myself. A friend (one of my adopted adult children) got me a rose and chocolate, and he was smart enough to not give them to me on the 14th. He knows how much I dislike the holiday. But we are now all safely on the other side and Spring is just around the corner.
I hope this finds you all safe and well. Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again. Mahalo.
Another Angel has gone Home
It was a great pleasure to have had Leda Tilton in my life, even if briefly. She watched Dawn grow up in the UU and was a cheerleader for all the young people around her. Reading her obituary, possibly the best I have ever read, I know now that the cheers were a call to action. Don’t face life comfortably, make yourself heard, and, if at all possible, look people in the eye when you take their measure and they start to twitch. Blessed be, Leda, you are a hero.
Here is the link to the original obituary and the text of it, just in case the link stops working someday. Mahalo.
Continue readingButterscotch and Starry
Just waiting for the deep freeze to be repaired and these two won’t escape any more. I am afraid this winter will be harsh on them and best not to delay the inevitable since I am not able to chase goats until after both my hip replacements, and those will take several months to complete.
Been another emotional week. So, I am trying to focus on making a few dollars and ignoring the world burning down around me.
Hope this finds you well. Mahalo.
Good Luck, UK
Ah, the Morning Glories!
These are not weeds to me.
Mahalo.
Yarn Spells 