Mabon pram 1

How very special are we
For just a moment to be
Part of life's eternal rhyme...

How very special are we
To have in our family tree
Mother Earth and Father Time

He turns the season around
And so she changes her gown
But they always look in their prime

They go on dancing their dance
Of everlasting romance
Mother Earth and Father Time

The summer larks return to sing
Oh what a gift they give
Then autumn days grow short and cold
Oh what a joy to live...

How very special are we
For just a moment to be
Part of life's eternal rhyme...

How very special are we
To have in our family tree
Mother Earth and Father Time

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Being home equals goodness.

I slaved away getting the class ready (it was a brand-new class with totally new materials) and Mabon written. It was very productive, and on Friday the class went really well. Some of us went to Taco Cabana for chow afterwards, and sat around gabbing for a good while after we finished our meal. I started to get nervous when a big crowd of young raver twerps poured in, and suggested we leave when some of them got into a shouting match with an old drunk bum. Unfortunately, they took it out to the parking lot where Homer was parked. I was getting into the car when I heard a loud *smack*, and one of the punks had KO'd the bum with one swing. I had already started the car, but the bum was not moving at all and the punks had bolted. So I ran inside and told the manager. They appeared to be helping him up as I left. That's a relief, at least. I see plenty of violence on TV and whatnot, but being that close to it in real life was very odd, and not in the good way.

Anyway, Mabon went well. It was scheduled for Gordon's backyard, and there was a bit of panic because it rained all day. But Gordon used his Tetris skills to pack all his furniture into his kitchen which made the living room in an otherwise tiny duplex into a decent ritual space. I got a lot of positive feedback, which was gratifying. The last couple of rituals seemed to go by without much feedback, and it was getting frustrating. Feasting and comradeship was had by most if not all. Happy Mabon. :)

I came home and was typically buzzed and couldn't get to sleep, so I dug what ended up being a small shard of glass out of my foot... so that's what hurt so much! Damnit.

Without meaning to crow too much, hub and I have done a lot of shagging the last few days. And it's been really good shagging too. And snuggling and talking and smooching. Sometimes I feel like the luckiest person around. In November, I will have known him for six years- which doesn't seem long compared to some couples (I want to grow up to be like Lady G and her hubby, or Lady B and her wife) it's the longest relationship I've ever been in, and it just gets better and better. I've got it good, and I'm grateful. Thanks, universe. *kiss noise*

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Fun stuff, yo.

Hub has interviewed for this job that not only sounds very stable, but suits his talents and seemed to have nice people working there. He'd even have his own office! I'm working up some major wooj for this- I really want this to happen for him. In a way of priming the prosperity pump (and doesn't that sound like something that would make baby Jesus cry) he bought a fun card game that caught his eye at the newly-discovered nearby game store: Chez Geek. It's hysterical, and so close to home it's creepy. I looked up the artist, and it turns out he draws Dork Tower- a comic I expect every gamer in the universe knew about except me. Ah, happy discoveries.