White.

[witchscauldron]

There's snow here now...draped all over the trees in heavy whipped-cream dollops, still drifting down from the clouds. Damn I love the snow...and I curse my inability to stay warm when I'm outside. I miss wandering winter-soft woods and fields, tracking wolves and bears and rabbits. I miss the communion of being alone under crackling cold skies and a moon that makes the land glow. I don't know if I'll ever be able to experience these things again.

The house always seems very silent when Jason leaves. I suppose it's just very apparent to me that half the life-energy that makes this house a home is missing when he's not here. The cats feel it too...we all sit together, quiet and contemplative in jammies and blankets, breathing incense and heated air. I turn off all the lights, and light candles...my home becomes a temple, rooms full of velvet night and flame-glow and smoke drifting in lazy coils. Simplicity appeals to me when I'm alone.

And I'm alone again. It's time to light the lamps, and clear my headspace...after all, the snow piles up in there, too.

-M.

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[morgandria.livejournal.com]

No...upstairs still harbours the best of reasons for eugenics and retroactive abortions. Their garbage is still in the middle of the driveway, and no-one will do anything about it - I have now complained to the landlords 5 times, and nothing happens. What's better is the new pile of garbage they've started under the mailboxes, and the crap they still haven't put in the garage.

2 and a half MONTHS of garbage. Disgusting. They won't pay for a recycling bin, either, and so half of their garbage is recycling. Since we have a 100% recycling law here, I bet the city wouldn't take the garbage anyway.

I could almost (almost!) tolerate that if I didn't get woken up by their fucking kids every day at 8:30 precisely as they thump, stomp, shout, fight, and whine for 20 minutes getting their stupid asses out the door.
I've yelled at them a couple of times, but it doesn't seem to get anything done. I realize we keep different hours, but it really fucks my sleep schedule up getting woken up like that. And of course at night I usually get to listen to loud hip-hop, or country music, until the wee hours because the one person upstairs has no fucking sense of common decency(or bylaws) about noise at night. It's a rare night that it's silent.

I worked very hard at making this place look very nice this year. No garbage, flowers, well-kept yard...and now I have an open garage because the door's broken and they won't fix it, garbage in the fucking driveway, and a porch that only needs the front half of a Buick to be in Redneck Homes and Driveways magazine. It disgusts me to no end.

If I was gonna be a bitch, I'd call Children's Aid - I mean, if the outside is kept like this, I can't imagine what the inside looks like. Filth. I can't imagine the kids up there sleeping through that damn music all fucking night.

It's like a wandering tribe of goblins and orcs have moved in upstairs. If only I could put them to sword and not get arrested as a delusional looney. :\ I did some spellwork...we'll see if it changes anything.

The only choice I have is it try and make the house a quiet, comfortable space...try to balance out my crapulent neighbours.
-M.

[frostymaii.livejournal.com]

*nods* Yep we have a child upstairs from us that loves to RUN everywhere they go. All day long pounding of little feet from one side of the apartment to the other. They start around 7am on the weekend and continue pretty much though 10 at night. I don't know what they are training for, but I'm sure they will be good runners.

At any rate I hope to train my little one to be more considerate. I hope your spellwork, hum, works out! *hugs*