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Plowing through potential student applications- they look good; I have one lady that lives in Kerrville and wants to drive the 2 hours every week for classes. I don't envy her at all for that, because I've done the 2 hour commute thing and it really sucked. But at he same time I'm jealous too, because she lives in Kerrville, where I found my connection to deity in a lot of ways. I always loved nature, but I had a lot of time to explore it, and a lot of it around, when I lived there. I've dreamed of moving back someday but the sad fact is that Kerrville is a very conservative town, and I certainly wouldn't have the community support that Wiccans here in hippy-trippy Austin have. I feel like I can walk around in my tie-dye dress with no bra and my hairy pits showing to the world and no one really cares. Dunno that it's possible in Kerrville.

It's going to be a week of visual feasts- I am planning to see Lord of the Rings Saturday, and next week is the Dark Goddess play. One of the students is in this play and I was going to meet her, but we never firmed up a time so I'm not sure if we're still meeting today. I may end up meeting her at the play. I had this weird dream where I went to a rehearsal and it was just a big, chaotic drumming and dancing thing out in daylight, but they were raising a lot of energy. And buzzing with hyper drama people. Weird brain I have.

My shoulder hurts. Time to go see the chiropractor. But we're having some really nice weather- I may ride the motorcycle today.

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I just found out the pool needs a new liner. And it's gonna be really expensive. That sucks. And Eric is so frustrated with the thing, I think he just wants to turn it into a big planter. So I will put it on my credit card, I guess. Feh.

A friend on a chat board I frequent is being dumped by her boyfriend of 5 years for a newer model (by like 15-20 years, I think). She looks like a model herself, and is very insecure about being alone. She is letting him be a dick about it, and I just want to find this guy and pull his spine out through his nose. Feh feh.

One of the gods in my husband's personal pantheon died yesterday- Dave Thomas, Wendy's guy ("he invented the bucket of chicken!!"). A moment of silence, please. We had a Dave Thomas memorial meal last night- let's just say I think my dietary fat needs are taken care of for the week. Feh feh feh.

On a non-feh related note, I rode my motorcycle for the first time in a few weeks. Gah, it's freaking beautiful outside! I love Texas in winter.