The twin cousins came over the river yesterday for lunch at the little french restaurant down the street, and some high end goodwill shopping.
It is always a hoot to have those two around. We got back to the hovel, and admired our purchases. A red leather purse, a plaid scarf, and a very small side table on my part.
After a few shared tales on the crazy adventures of our childhoods, we somehow got on the topic of smudging. Apparently they often smudge things they get if the spirit moves them to do so. They were a gasp when they found out I had not smudged the hovel yet. (They did say it always smells really good and feels welcoming when they walk in, lol.) So out came the abalone shell, a feather I got from the beach, and a bundle of white sage. We lit that up and proceeded to smudge the hovel. We chanted and asked for the welcoming of good things to the hovel. Think I may just double down by having Father Tom come by.
MySean and I are headed to NorCal on Sunday to spend Thanksgiving week with Marymine, the grandkids, family and friends. (Willie is going to a kennel that he has stayed in before, and liked. He gets too crazy whiny on long road trips.)
When Sean called last night to finalize the agenda, he asked "Mom are you sure you are ok with getting in and out of Ruby?"
"What the heck, of course, it's good exercise!"
"Just asking because she's a little taller now", said Sean.
"Aaah, how much is a little taller?" I asked.
"Just a couple of inches..."
"That's fine by me, I'll bring my folding second story escape ladder along..."
We are going the back way down so we can stop by and visit the Cowman on Sun Mountain at Ft Klamath.
It has been a long time since I last visited with him there. We all miss him.
