I’m sicker than my cat when he’s gotten into something he shouldn’t have. It’s been vomit volcano for three days straight and I’ve only felt well enough to venture out of bed this morning. I hate upset stomach. Well poisonings, at the very least.
And see, this is why I don’t like it when mom starts mixing up spells in the kitchen. She found some hex powder recipe she wanted to try out, on an old ex-boyfriend who has come back around and she hates, which had oleander in it, of all fucking things! She wants to use oleander in her work, fine, whatever. But she knows how bad she is about cleaning up the ingredients when she’s done. The last time this happened was with powdered ghost pepper all over the kitchen. It took me and Angie hours to clean it after a ruined lunch.
I’m lucky it was just me who ended up like this. Angie’s already cleaned the kitchen and given mom a stern dressing down. The old ax has been sulking the whole time I’ve been sick and won’t talk to either of us. Good thing too. I’d hate to choke on my own sick while I’m yelling at her. Holy shit. I’m still mad.
Mom’s lucky Jack wasn’t home.
I’m going back to bed. Ugh.
Angie broke my damned computer. Almost three weeks ago. I’m still angry about it. Not writing here ramped my stress level up higher than I wanted. This really has been helping me cope with all the weirdness and bad and life going on.
Now that I have my computer back in about the same condition it should be in, I’m happy to report life is mostly quiet, though one major incident sticks out in my mind.
My ex has been taking Jack for a couple days every week to “spend time with him”. Of course, the ex’s idea of spending time is plopping Jack in front of the TV and wandering off to spend time with his girlfriend. That wasn’t really the big deal.
I guess the girlfriend doesn’t like Jack at all, considers him a troublemaker and a nuisance. Wants my ex to spend all his time and energy on her girl, who isn’t even the ex’s child. Which, whatever. If my ex wants to dote on some other kid, it’s not my business.
But the girlfriend likes to get Jack in trouble just so she can punish him. He seems to be grounded practically the whole time he’s over there for months now. Part of it is Jack being a snot and I know it, but this is absurd.
So the ex brings Jack home a couple days ago and says, outright, that Jack is making this whole situation harder. I thought mom was going to come unglued. The ex destroys are family with his selfishness, and Jack’s the one making this hard? I don’t think so. I just smiled that creepy Umbridge smile and showed that bastard the door.
Jack, naturally, doesn’t want to go back this weekend and said so to the ex’s face. I’m not going to make him go either. The ex can go fuck himself, and that homewrecker he’s got can get her punishment jollies elsewhere.
The fucking nerve.
Binding box has been made and laid. I was surprised to find out how easy it was to get something in there. I tried to locate a key first, because the closer to the center I can get my binding, the better, but the key has disappeared. Anyway, I managed to find a tiny gap between the board over the old windows and the ledge where the customer would stand while ordering cigarettes or candy or gas. My box plinked on the ground inside.
It’s too bad we don’t use this little booth anymore. Work would be a lot easier if we only had the 10 by 5 floor space to deal with, along with the pumps. I always thought the set up was cool. Ah, well. Price of progress, I suppose.
On the other hand, I still felt as though I was being watched, but from a distance now. Stared at behind a solid wall of safety glass. If I’m very lucky that’s all I will ever notice about the thing lurking in the center booth. The feeling it’s not just a ghost is stronger, because a ghost would’ve turned its eyes away once the box was in there.
School is out for Summer, so I have to ramp up my parenting game to keep Jack from getting lethally bored. I’m not sure what to do though. There’s the big things for the bucket list this Summer, but it’s the little day to day stuff I’m at a loss for, especially once monsoon starts. Being locked indoors for half a day while ran comes down in sheets won’t be fun. The constant struggles of parenthood. We’ll figure it out.
Overnights at my store are creepy. I mean, yes, I only have them two nights a week, on Friday and Saturday nights, and my boss is good about picking up the phone no matter what time some calls, but I feel like there’s something unnatural skittering through the dark just beyond the store lights. On the other side of the abandoned center booth in the middle of the lot. Maybe in the center booth itself.
No one ever goes in there. I doubt the boss knows what’s in there, now that I think of it. All I know is I feel eyes on me while I work the night shift and I have a serious itch to break out the salt. I think I’ll make another little miniature charm to seal the booth and tuck it into one of the gaps. Something. Even Nick is disturbed by the booth, the other overnight guy, and he’s the least prone to flights of fancy than anyone I’ve met in a long time.
Jack likes the change in routine. We take walks through the local park and I explain the powers moving through the place. He’s taken a real interest in the Mother and her creatures, how they are supposed to interact with each other. Thank the Gods for the inspiration. He’s clamoring to visit a live volcano next. I guess it’s good for him be so enthusiastic.
The cactus seems to have worked for the moment. Whatever problem was about to manifest itself in our lives has back off to the outer fringes of my awareness, like a bad joke in a different room of the house. For now everything has settled into that same strange calm from before. I don’t trust it, but what else can I do?
Jack is excited for the end of the school year at least. I’m not. A bored child is never a good thing. With my new schedule at work, it’ll be a little easier to manage his boredom, though not by much. I’m likely to be exhausted a better part of Summer. I’ll push through and make sure I have plenty on hand to teach him.
I think that may be the best use of the hot days. Before the ex became the ex, Summer was filled with camping trips and his family gatherings. Every week there was something to do with them or for them. With just me and Jack, because mom and Angie refuse to do any activities during the day when it hits over 100 degrees, I can focus more on his spiritual teaching. Now, let’s see if I can stick to me new schedule.
The tension has become almost unbearable in the span of a week and I don’t know how much of the stress I can take. It’s become so thick, I’ve bought a cactus and enchanted it with every repellent spell I know or could find in the hope that whatever badness is coming gets sucked into my prickly friend’s thorns and shredded first. It’s a lovely little plant, which seemed to embrace its chosen purpose with enthusiasm.
Otherwise the timeless march toward a blistering, strange Summer goes on. Already the temperature is on the rise and we’ll hit eyeball-melting hot within a month. I can’t wait for raucous monsoon season this year. After the weird Winter, the storms promise a grand show of wild.
In a way, I really hope the whatever is coming surprises me by just being a particularly dangerous monsoon season. Those I know how to protect Jack from. Real storms, while dangerous, are easy. I’ll petition for luck. My hope is that I’m answered or this weirdness I feel barreling down on us breaks soon. I hate surprises.
It’s been a quiet week. Calm before the storm kind of quiet. The electric feeling of trouble has been gathering over my head for days since Donna thrust her nose in my business again. I don’t like the way this calm makes me twitch and reach for my cards. Not at all.
I think I’ll spin out some protective wards, maybe a few stronger works to hold in reserve. Even mom is on edge, more than her usual paranoia anyway, and she’s been up to her elbows in herbs and threads. She’s wrapping Jack in a protective magical bubble the likes of which I haven’t seen since I was very small. When I focus on the coming storm at all, it’s as though the center of it is twisting tighter around, funneling down into a catastrophic tornado. If I knew where it would land, I could either divert it or dissipate it. Sometimes Chaos blindsides even those of us who are aligned with it. Such is Its nature. We’ll have to ride it out.
Angie has hightailed it out of here for the duration of whatever is going to happen. For all that she’s a flighty social butterfly pretending to be human, my sister doesn’t like Chaos. She prefers her life to be well planned disorder, if that makes any sense.
The only one of us who is not worried about the feel of trouble coming is Jack. He seems to think we’re invincible, able to handle any problem which comes our way. I don’t want to burst his bubble. So far I’m going with rolling with the punches, but I’m worried one day will come too hard a hit. My boy thinks too highly of me, sometimes, even when I explain the mistakes I’ve made. I think I’ll make yet another plea to Set. Maybe He’ll have mercy on us. Maybe I’m jumping at ghosts.
I could just strangle my ex-mother-in-law. I’m still shaking with anger. How dare she!
Donna. She’s hated me from the start, if I’m honest, and she hates me for a lot of reasons. Mostly because I wouldn’t bow and scrape my forelock against the floor to her. She fancies herself the matriarch of her insipid little family, despite the fact that her mother-in-law is actually the one who runs the family my bastard of an ex is part of.
For such a petite woman, Donna’s hard to miss. It comes down to the bad dye job. She should just let her hair go gray because the red she picks is all wrong. Anyway. She came into my work Saturday and demanded I present Jack for pickup for the weekend, so she can take him to Easter Mass like the good Christian boy he is. I laughed in her face. Mini-Boss was pretty confused, but he was smart enough to realize I didn’t like this woman and was uncomfortable she was there. He asked if I wanted him to trespass her from the store. I told him no.
Now, Donna knows I’m a witch. She knows I don’t hold with her religion, though I’ve never talked bad about it. How dare she come into my work and cause drama!
I managed to make her leave with a few choice words and a very creepy Dolores Umbridge smile. Probably went home and raged at her husband after the talk I gave her. What a mess. Her son is a bastard, make no mistake, but he leaves most of the parenting decisions about Jack to me, including his religious education. He doesn’t care if I’m teaching Jack about witchcraft. One less thing he’s responsible for. Still, the gall Donna has.
If anything else happened this week, I can’t remember in the face of Donna invading my life again. Needless to say, Jack didn’t go with her.
The dragon spirit works, almost too well.
My coworkers have given me sidelong looks all shift today and I eventually got an answer why when my manager explained we haven’t had a robbery or incident with a customer in a week. I think it’s unnerved my fellow employees, but I told them what I was doing, so why are they surprised? They’ll lose their nervousness about the protection on our store soon enough. What’s funny is their reaction to not having a dragon among them at their next job, if they leave.
No luck still with catching the milk-and-honey petitioner. Or maybe patronizer. I still can’t tell, mom and Angie are still stumped, Jack thinks it’s funny. He might have the best response to this. The offering does no harm, though warning prickle crosses my senses every time I see it’s been replaced.
On Jack, we’ve moved from stellar and planetary Gods to ones on life and death. It seemed the next good place. Anubis is a favorite probably because He resembles a jackal, which is pretty close, visually, to a dog. Jack loves dogs and I can’t wait to get him one.
Life is quiet at the moment, but that’s not anything to worry about. The first real taste of warmer Spring weather makes us all happy, even mom. Less quarrelsome. I’m happy for the reprieve before Summer starts.
I went to work an hour early on Sunday and called for the dragon spirit behind the shop. 6 AM is nice, quiet, deserted. Perfect for this kind of work. My coworkers know I cast, but I chickened out at the last minute and gave them some vague fluff about a protective charm for the shop. They seemed fine with that. I won’t give more details unless one of them asks. Maybe they think I’m crazy or something. Doesn’t matter much. Magic seems to work best when one forgets about the hows and wherefores. I’m okay with that.
There’s something weird going on with my boss though. He’s very skittish around me about work problems, though he’s almost ferocious when talk turns to personal matters. Maybe he’s trying to talk me into something. Not a relationship. I wouldn’t go in for that. First, he’s already heavily involved with a nice woman and has been for some years, and second, while he’s tall and dark and calm, there’s a warning that crosses my heart when the thought manifested the one time when I first met him. Probably best I stay on my guard with my words around him. I’d hate for something nasty to happen because of something I said to him. I need this job too much to jeopardize it.
Jack took to the stellar Gods with particular relish. A favorite is definitely Saturn, though another is Poseidon. While the second is a water God, I figured, since I was already teaching him the Roman Gods, I’d teach him the Greek ones at the same time. If I’m not careful, he may end up a pirate.