Is it Easter Yet?

I'm not sure but I think this might be Easter Sunday. There are a few Internet articles to that effect anyway.

On my birthday my family and I engaged in some seriously traditional pagan festivities...feasting and fertility token hunting.

OK OK so I got my grand daughter a basket and hid more chocolate then is good for her in the house for her to find. Shoot me for claiming the Old Religion on the Saturday after Good Friday and before Easter.

So I have answered my own question. Yes it is Easter. What ever that means.

For me it meant cleaning out the mess Rob made out of Al's garage and risking a dose of Hanta Virus from all the rat shit layering the floor in there while I was at it. But the alternative is expecting his sister to do anything more then run away from the problem...just like she ran away from taking his urn home.
There it sits ...a little black energy hole. Pretty sad.

Like her brother, Lisa tends to throw money out to get what she wants. She barged into this house and went on a spending spree to get all the creature comforts her brother had not one bit of use for and quite frankly I didn't miss. Learning to do without gave me a very different view of American materialistic greed for possessions. I mean what is your enough level is not a bad question to ask people to see where they are at.

I have the yard and the mountains you see. What do I care if the frig is small? The trail of filth Rob left behind was controllable so it didn't effect me. If he wanted to sleep in rat crap or his own crap that was his choice.

Pretty sad to want to die that badly. I remember telling my oldest friend in life when I first moved in that the place looked like he was asking it to kill him.

So now...am I doing the same and bitching about it all the way down into darkness?I sure hope not. Though if I keep up all this physical work I may just. Goddess, what a mess that man made out this poor property. It isn't such a bad little place. The good news is he can't stop me from taking care of it the way I see fit.Not anymore.

I do know I don't want to live out my days here and this is just a short stop on a longer journey. First rebuild then remove to higher ground. Like Ecuador or New Zealand, some place with mountains and an ocean close to hand. Some place where it's green and the cost of living is reasonable.

A small condo with a view far enough inland to be out of the reach of global warning, yes...that is just enough.

Now there is also the Trivedi effect that goes in and out as far as energy is concerned. Had a great time of it this am. More gentle whispers and good thoughts of life. Then I went and blew it by being so pissed about the stupid damn garage and the rest of the mess in the house.

Oh well. I don't do well when surrounded by toxic filth it would seem. I doubt anyone would be joyful and buoyant facing the hell in that garage. And here I thought his rooms were bad. Actually they were as he didn't sleep in the garage.

But the work is as done as it is getting for now and that feels great. The trash is piled into the containers for Athens to pick up on Tuesday. I have a frig full of what I like to eat, I have my office and rooms well organized
and the spackling is done in that back room. Next weekend it will be more painting and maybe a box of glasses for the kitchen. After I get my first WLL check.

I think I need to go listen to some Schumann resonances. Get my head on straight..or at least a little straighter.See if I can find the connection I had this morning before the advent of the Rat Shit from Hell in Hades Garage.

I'll take a little if I can't get a lot at this point. Yes indeed.Besides there is a lot to be happy and grateful for...some of which is in the picture on this blog.

Ex Mea Manua In Tua Manua Dea Eterna.