Jeweled Vixen

This evening, my friends from Albany drove down and met me in Oneonta at Brooks House of BBQ to celebrate my birthday. It's pretty famous in New York state. They have their own factory and bottle and sell their own bbq sauces. Anyway, the five of us had a fantastic time. The food is to die for and they serve you lots of it. I had pulled pork, a baked potato and cole slaw, plus fresh bread. Scrumptious! We were all too full to have desert.

Then, they went to the gift shop attached to the restaurant and I went to the automatic car wash down the street to see if taking the car through there would solve my wasp problem. I think it might have. I didn't see any activity after that and no wasps came over to the mirror after I got home. I'll check tomorrow and if they are still there, I'll use the wasp spray tomorrow evening.

Now, if the heat wave would break, everything would be much better.

Next Wednesday is Halloween, or as we pagans call it, Sahmain (sow-en). It is the most sacred of our holy days. It is also our New Year day. It is the night when the veil between the worlds is the thinnest and it is easy to communicate with our ancestors. Our group is having an ancestors' supper and then a ritual afterwards. We invite our ancestors to join us for the evening, in spirit only, of course. It is my favorite of our holy days.

However, one symptom of my condition is that when I'm fluctuating between moods, I tend to spend money I shouldn't. I had been doing that and now I find myself with just enough money to make it to the 2nd of Nov., which is when I get my next disability check. That does not include the $40 or more in gas that it would take to drive to Albany for the Samhain celebration.

I e-mailed the High Priestess today and told her the entire story and told her I wouldn't be able to make it Wednesday night. I almost didn't write because they make special accomdations for me all the time because of my breathing and bad back. I knew that she would offer to pay for the gas and I knew it would make me feel like an even bigger pain in the butt. But I also felt she needed to know what was going on and why I wouldn't be able to make it. Well, she told me she was going to give me money for gas and to not even think of refusing because she wouldn't take no for an answer. So, I have half a tank of gas, which is enough for me to get there (if I leave early and drive 60mph instead of my usual 70), but not enough to get back.

I've been crying off and on since I get her e-mail 3 or 4 hours ago. I thought I was in control of things, but then something comes along and kicks me in the ass to show me I'm not fully in control. I'm also crying because I know how good of a friend she is, and the rest of the group. Any one of them would have given me the gas money. I'm also crying because now I can go to the Samhain celebration and enjoy being with my friends and also have dinner with my father, my grandfather, my grandmother and my aunt. Excuse any spelling mistakes. I can barely see the screen because I'm crying.

Now I'm going to go take a nap.