I Preface this entire entry with the fact that I love the fall, October in particular. The changing times are always My favorite. If I had to order them in a specific favored to least favored way…it would be Fall, Spring, Winter then Summer. When it starts getting crisp outside, the trees slowly color to reflect the jewels of Autumn, I feel so at peace. Maybe this is why there has always been that internal link within Me, to the crone aspect of the Goddess. I love the chill in the mornings, the raucous honkings of the ducks and geese as they form vast V’s flying across the darkening sky striking for places better then here. I have always loved the bitter acrid smell the air gets in the fall and early winter, reminds Me of black walnuts, everywhere the scent heavy on the wind as it blows the leaves about My feet. I see My dogs play out in the yard with a new found energy that the summer saps from them during the heat and overbearing humidity of August. Its all sorts of Hallmark cool and makes me feel nice and well Juicy inside ( I like the word and it is a perfect description of what I feel when I feel said feelings) My favorite thing to do in the October is really being still, letting this time of change help me reflect on the coming period of dark slumber. Samhain marks the Pagan new year for this wicked witch. I like to meditate, peer within and see all that I have accomplished and laid to rest over the last year, as well as looking forward to new challenges and lessons. Looking back over the last 7 years of My life I have noticed that when change happens, its in the somber month of October. This is starting to piss Me off. I am tired of spending My ( OK second favorite November being My favorite but hey Its My birth month) favorite month doing the proverbial barnyard chicken dance (as in head cut off…)

When I moved back to Springfield from Florida it was from October/November of 1999.
That was truly hectic insanity on a grand scale. It was an epic production that featured all sorts of bit players and agony, including and up to a 1968 red and white VW micro bus with shovels, rakes and implements of destruction ( I kid you not ) as well as a good portion of Brevard Counties Police, Fire Dept and Rescue personnel, The highway patrol and a bald psycho tow truck operator to boot.

When The house restructured the first time( some roommates moving out some moving in) It was in the fall, of 2000. More moving… GRR…

The heartbreaking diagnosis of cancer for the PhishMan in Sept/Oct of 2001.

The disastrous bunny incident in the Fall of 2002, followed by the throwing out of the bunnies.

the quitting of the job in late September/ October of 2003 followed by moving from the Big house to the little rock house.

An experiment in group living that was ill advised from the get go. The insanity of trying to fill this quaint LITTLE 2 bedroom house with all the accumulated stuffs the Dragon and I had accumulated in the Big house with. It was not pretty, and I am still amazed that we did not burst this house at the seams

So here it is two years later and I am bloody well moving yet again. Have I mentioned how much I hate FRILLING MOVING ( ironically I am moving back into the big house, which I find interesting and creepy all at once) I am doing it to save money and stress on both the Dragon and I. I have wanted to go back to school for awhile now and its has been really hard having the geekgirl go every day and not be going myself. Feeling the bug to be studying ( I know how absolutely sick can I be? ) and writing papers ( that sick is how sick) So I talked it over with the Dragon and I applied to the local college. I am really flipping nervous, I’ll be honest. I want it to be better then the last time I was in University. I hated it then, but at that time I hated a lot of things and on many a day Myself headed the hate list. I learned and grew though and I know that now I am ready to go back and be focused enough to succeed. But why does this all have to happen in My flipping month of reflection and solitude time. I would shake My fist at Eris if I thought it would lessen My insane schedule for the next two weeks but I know better. Eris is very capricious in her actions and she could just as easily send Me a plague of idiots to clog My days and tie up My phone so I will shoulder this burden of moving and the stress inherent with the decision of going back to school. But have I mentioned just how much I hate moving??