Magic
It is still raining here. It is now going on three weeks that it has been raining a bit to quite a lot every day. We had to bring out the Crystal Skull kit we got at Yule because the Boy was just running in circles making shooting noises and I was going batty listening to it. So we put on our goggles and gloves and mixed the plaster.

Tonite the coven went to see the new Harry Potter movie on our regular meeting night. At a theatre where you can have dinner and drinks. We decided afterwards that we must plan a trip to England and/or France next spring or summer. Do all our magic to that end. When I got home, the Boy would not sleep until I put a candle on and snuggled him. and the husband is just fed up.

Barefoot
I've read enough about final exams. it's time for me to make my own time here. I'm doing this because I go through these cycles where I can't sleep for a few days or a few weeks at a time. I run out of things to do. Hate to smoke. Hate more to have to run across the street barefoot and ask the young guy sitting on his porch for a smoke. Watched all my DVDs a few times. Don't want to wake up the family.

And these guys like Waxwing and the Rance guy. I'm intrigued by the idea that I could be anyone you know or no one or someone you see on TV and suspect is real but don't really know for sure never having met him.

There was a guy named Franz who gave me the name of Wanda. At the time I hated it but I deserved it. Think Bukowski. I hate Bukowski. I hated that name but at the time I deserved it. That was 20 years ago.

Now I'm a mom and a maker of potions and shiny utilitarian objects and sometimes I have a few things to say about this and that.

I am hopelessly devoted to olive oil.

I thought of doing this all about my favorite men. But somedays I don't have any. Except, of course, my curly-headed boy.

I think I need to practice first.

Last night we went to a Cuban restaurant and the rain was dripping through the patio roof. I wore a dress I thought I would look good in wet and barefoot. Then we picked up the boy, put him to bed and watched The Brave. Bootleg Portuguese version. Way upstairs in the stacks. I had bad dreams about barefoot children running in a circle around Marlon Brando.

Not a bad first effort.

Night.