mumma yaga

We have returned to the vineyard at last. Rocky is content. He can wander about without a collar, and visit his friend Blackie when he likes. He has been lying on the grass, often in the sun, for hours on end. He likes the porch too, lies near me while I sit at my desk. Fox was eager to get reacquainted with Rocky. First thing they did was run off together to see the witches. It looks like the rain is over. We received 70 mm on our hill. I hear that Toronto got about 100 mm. Monday night we had thunderstorm and rain through the night. Rocky does not like a storm and crept up beside me on the pillow for much of the night. Last night I drugged him, so that he'd settle through the night. He has bad anxiety in Toronto, and then he began having pain in April, so he has trazodone and gabapentin scripts. He's been getting a shot for pain, and after K came home he stopped needing the anxiety meds., but I needed to sleep.  The foliage growth is not so evident here (I remarked that it wa...

 I see that my grandson is looking at making some business cards, on the dining/all-purpose table in the front room, which is where I work, as well, there are small cardboard rectangles in a pile, with markers and pens at the ready. Perhaps that is what I need: a new business card, since I am not fulfilling my function as Mumma Yaga these days. Or I must make more effort to step up my game! (Pretty sure you're not supposed to start a sentence with "or"!)  This is the longest I have ever left my blog unwritten! April 8th was my last post: three months ago now. I have neglected so much. I did not perform a solstice ritual. When was the last time I did any sort of ritual? It is easy to do them and one is not relying on their significance when all is well. But at a time like this, which by the way seems novel, as if it is my first go-round with burden, perhaps it is the rituals that hold together the pieces. We did not celebrate our anniversary. I decided that I did not want ...