Something came back sharper to light for me recently regarding the SCA, though. I really, truly, hate the idea of people actively seeking awards. What I mean is that I hate the idea of people doing things specifically because they've been told that the thing is a necessary step to getting the award.
Sunday 29 January 2017
SCA: Disappointment regarding the Peerages
Something came back sharper to light for me recently regarding the SCA, though. I really, truly, hate the idea of people actively seeking awards. What I mean is that I hate the idea of people doing things specifically because they've been told that the thing is a necessary step to getting the award.
Sunday 22 January 2017
One of the taboo topics...Finances.
"Are we middle class? Or are we Working Poor?"
ouch.
As much as I try not to let the girls see me having issues with finances, they know it's happening. There's a lot of "that needs to wait until next week's grocery list", or "Can that wait until Friday, when I'm paid again?"
Finances are generally a taboo subject in our society. When you're doing well, you don't want to flaunt it. When you're not? You don't want anyone to know how much you're struggling. So...here's the dirty truth about where I am.
Saturday 14 January 2017
"So...what is this new job?"
Monday 2 January 2017
"Killer Cookies" Recipe
My favorite cookies from growing up...(Recipe)
So...while I was typing some other recipes this morning into a google file where I'm trying to remember to keep family recipes, I figured I'd copy this one here, too.
Saturday 24 December 2016
Kitchen-Witch Cough drops (the promised recipe)
Tuesday 29 November 2016
Acceptance
I've done bits of venting here and there over the last day or so, but I think I'm overall hitting the "acceptance" phase of one part of my grief from the last few months.
"Acceptance" doesn't mean that I'm happy with how things are, but it does mean that I'm learning to let go, and just know the hollow place is now a part of my internal geography.
It's not the only hollow place. I have another one that's about 15 years old, now, that still pops into the forefront of my mind from time to time. It still hurts, but I can't do anything about it, other than occasionally sending a friend request that I know will be refused.
This new hollow place will eventually lose its sharp edges, and just be another part of the landscape. It's already happening. Every day, the edges smooth a little more. Maybe some of the debris falls inside, and fills in the hole a little.
Maybe not.