We have always made due with teeny-tiny apartments, but with a family of five + regular visitors + a big dog + a zillion hobbies, we were bursting at the seams. We had been chasing our dream home all summer and it ended in tears as acquaintances of ours butted heads with the owners and they unceremoniously dropped us from the running. I was bumming pretty hardcore. I grew angry with the goddess Hestia as we'd been praying to her for months and I had put my faith in her. Little did I know, She had not betrayed me. She had taken my wish list and found us an even better home.
Our jaws dropped when we walked in. The kids immediately began playing in the yard. We were the first and only ones to look at it. It was ours.
We began the process of moving on October 4th. This involved the usual emptying of our old home, but after years of living in too small of a space, we had additional belongings scattered in storage units, family homes, and garages over three counties. It took a lot of muscles, sprained everything, days off of work, and everything in our bank account to get all the scraps of our life to their final destination.
We gained 700 sqft. This translates into a 'classroom', larger bedrooms for all, a doubled living room, and a kitchen with cabinets and counters for miles. We are in love with our new home.
|Top: Our porch decorated for Halloween & Samhain.|
Middle: Our new kitchen complete with lots of cabinets and a dishwasher.
Bottom: Half of our homeschooling classroom.
A new address gave us the opportunity to transfer Bug into a much better school. His needs are being met much more often and they are teaching him skills for independent living, which at age 14 should have been a major focus in his schooling (I am trying my best to forgive the old school).
We got a phone call about six weeks ago. It was a friend who had just adopted a second dog. We had admired this pup from the get go. He was all black and soft as can be. He was half Siberian Husky and half Black Labrador. Her older dog was much too big and had recently injured the pup while playing. She feared for his safety and immediately thought of us. We rushed right over and adopted him. His name is Roland (Papa J named him after a character in Stephen King's 'The Dark Tower' book series) and he is exactly what this family was looking for.
|Roland at 4 months. He is MUCH larger, now.|
I was invited to speak about the Future of Paganism. My talk was about our need to include children and provide families with opportunity. It was a talk about how they should not be forgotten... and well - I was forgotten. Not a single person showed up for the talk that I had painstakingly crafted for months. I was not given a table to sell wares or promote myself like the other presenters. I was escorted to the daycare room and wished the best of luck. When the first parent dropped off their toddler I realized that I was not a presenter. I had been turned into a glorified babysitter.
I appreciated getting to be there, but the event was nothing that I thought it was going to be. I have yet to address the PPD committee as I am not sure if I can keep my cool just yet. I was appreciative of the opportunity and would be thrilled to host again next year, provided some changes are made....
Any disappointment aside, preparing for this event made me realize just how passionate I truly am about children and Pagan faith. It was a nice reminder.
|Mama Stacey, Selena Fox, Byron Ballard, and Pittsburgh's PPD Coordinator.|
Baby O got seven teeth in one go, this past month. THAT was fun. He couldn't help but bite while nursing and made both of us miserable. Things are better now that they are all out, but that was rough stuff while trying to handle all the other changes and mental/physical stresses that our home underwent in October.
We ended the month with a traditional night of Trick or Treat and honoring our ancestors. Adventure Girl chose to be a doctor (go her!). Baby O was supposed to be a business man, but ended up looking like a cute little hobo. Doodle Bug is in those teetering final years of engaging in Trick or Treat, so he committed only to a mask which he removed the moment another teen boy poked fun at it. Oh, well.
Transformation has come upon our home. It has changed us for the better. I pray for a winter that allows us to iron out the wrinkles and relax in our new environment.
How has your October been?