Welcome to 2017!

So it’s been really quiet over here on the Spiral Charmed blog, but I promise we’re still here and we’re still chugging along.  And 2017 is set to be an exciting year for Sir Joshimus and I.  I’ve talked off and on about our ultimate goal – rural living in the mountains of North Carolina.  When we first got to Alabama, we thought it would be a year or two before we made it up.

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Year in review

I know that it’s already well into Februrary, but I guess better late than never.  Our year ended much the way the year had progressed – a slow series of goals reached to move us to our ultimate goal.  The biggest of those was probably getting Buttercup paid for a full eight months (I think) early.  Not a huge deal, but huge for us.  There are still stumbling blocks in our way, but we’re handling them one step at a time.
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Home and back again

Last Friday, Sir Joshimus and I rented a car and drove to North Carolina.  We spent the weekend with our cousin and her kids and it was fantastic.  We got to meet her new squeeze, and then float down the river – something I haven’t done in years.  We spent time with her oldest son – he was a boy the last time I saw him and, while he’s still got some growing up to do, he’s a man now.  And one that I like almost as much as the little boy I first knew.   And I absolutely ADORE his girlfriend – who is possibly too good for him, but I’m glad she doesn’t think so.  The weekend was amazing and exactly what I needed. Continue reading

Reminiscences and Ruminations

Have you every looked back at a part of your life – really looked – and were honest with yourself about it?  Oh, we all look back and experience deep moments of nostalgia for happy times from our past.  But so often, we look at our good times with rose-colored glasses and our bad through a tattered, bitter veil.

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My struggle to seek joy

I don’t know why, but this time of year has been hard for me in the last few years.  You’d think I’d be more prone to depression during winter – and in Chicago it was indeed harder to pull myself out of the dumps during winter.  But it was down in the dumps in Chicago, not depression.  I guess it’s because every year I’m reminded that yet another year has passed without so many things that I thought would be our lives by now.  No children, still living in central Alabama, still living in an apartment.  I start dreaming – where we will move next, what our children will look like and how we will raise them, how much it would cost to convert a small passenger bus into a mobile home.  Have I ever mentioned that my brain sometimes won’t stop running?  Usually at around 100 mph. Continue reading

Getting back to basics

So, I know, dear readers, you’ve probably decided I’m never coming back.  And for that I am sorry.  But a realization occurred to me the other day.  I started this blog because I was striving to live a better, healthier life.  I was trying to be a better person – not better than anyone else, but better than I had been before.  And I fell into a hole.  I started smoking again.  And I felt guilty. Continue reading

Whew, hard day(s)…

It’s been a hard day. In fact, it’s been a hard few days. But it’s been good days. We got my girl, Bubba’s house packed up and moved to Monty Town and now we’ve got the truck unpacked (and into a storage unit) and the truck turned in. It was a lot of work – we’ve got to do some serious culling to get rid of stuff, but it’s okay, because Joshwa and I need to do some culling, too. Continue reading

Sorry, darlings

Sorry I haven’t been around too much lately.  Last week was an awesome time spent with my best friend (other than Joshwa, of course, but he was there, too ^__~) for an entire week!  I didn’t want to talk about it at the time, but Bubba is going to be moving to our town – hopefully in the apartment right next door!  She and her husband were having problems and they decided that it was best to step away while they could remain friends. Continue reading

Apartment hunting

Ah, yes, apartment hunting.  It’s like big game hunting.  Without the thrill of knowing that there is a hot meal waiting for you at home, even if you don’t get the kill.  My sister has told us we have to be out next Friday.  Love how she waits until the last-minute for this shit, but it’s her prerogative, and we had intended to be out at the first of Feb anyway. Continue reading