Sinister Pincushions

Further to my last post, I've continued to have frequent and vivid dreams. Most of which I couldn't remember. One involved many people all walking around carrying bunches of key, usually gold or brass keys with some silver as well. Had another where a large girl dressed in black lace was being fed and asking for something called "mangalangas" which she had been promised - I've searched for what this may be but couldn't find anything.

The Country Gay is definitely moving out, and the Tall Doctor is moving in. This name comes from the fact that he is a PhD student, 26, and about a foot and a half taller than me. I'm bang on 6' and I was majorly looking up to him. I'm sure he's not really 7.5' but I'm not used to looking up to people so my perspective is skewed.

Another post to follow, reviewing an awful piece of theatre I was subject to last night.

Sinister Pincushions

Okay, hopefully last post for the day. This blog is looking like all words when it needs to be half words, half pictures. Well I'm at work and can't really upload anything. Hot pics will have to wait until I get the net at my new place, or I'm staying with my folks for Christmas.

I've carried the basics of Maman Brigitte's altar over to the new place. I reckon my balcony is going to be the best place for altars. So I've put her stuff there on one side of it, and have the beginnings of a Legba altar on the other side - I need to give him what he's owed as well as fulfilling my obligations to Brigitte. I just need the available funds!

I might try to set up a space for LaSirene somewhere too - she was so persistent in trying to get my attention earlier in the year, but has only been a little present since I fed her - just popking me every now and then. I think I need more of her in my life. Love, strength, spirituality, depth. Too much surface of late.