A few days after I threw out Paige, I went to visit with
Juno. Oh it was so good to see her face! I just embraced her. We both just cried. We sat and drank tea, while she told me what
had happened to them since they had moved.
They had lived with D & K for over 6 months, in some really scary
neighborhoods. It took her a bit to see
what I had seen in D. She said, “You
were right. I just didn’t want to see
it.” D ended up using Juno like a
slave. Juno and Kay had decided they had
to get out. They saved up their money
and gotten a little rent trailer. It was
tiny, but it was theirs. It was the
first place they had lived all by themselves.
Juno told me that after our fight, she believed I would
never speak to her again. She had a
flashback during part of the fight and did not remember what she had said. I reminded her. She said, “I’m surprised you even want to
talk to me after that.” I assured her I
knew she had been under D’s influence and had not been herself that day.
I asked if D & K were still attending Druid. Juno confirmed they were not. I asked if it would be okay with her if I
began to attend again. She said that
would be up to me. I celebrated Beltane
2014 with my Druid group. It was my
first ritual since Mabon, more than 6 months before. It felt so good. It felt like home.
I continued that summer to pick up the pieces of my broken
heart, recover from Paige, and from Punka’s death. One night in July I was in the tub when Tami
came in the door. She was holding the
most beautiful little black and tan Dachshund.
She had been working at the Bossier Animal Control that day and someone
had brought him in. They turned him in
because he had eaten a pair of headphones.
I told him it was the best thing they had ever done. They were full at the time, and were having
to put dogs down. So Tami had snatched
him up, because she knew he would be perfect for our family. “He looks like a Scooter to me,” I said. And so it was that Scooter entered our lives.
Jay had been working for Unifirst for almost 5 years at that
point. We both wanted him out of that
job so bad. One warm day, I think it was
in the upper 80’s, Jay called me and did not sound right. He was exhausted and hot. He had stopped
sweating and was slurring his words. I
knew he was in danger. I told him to get
off the road, and into some AC and cool off.
Jay was heat exhausted and was close to having a heat stroke. I made him tell me where he was. He was somewhere at a stop in Arkansas. I told him if he did not get in some AC I was
going to call 911 and get the first responders to him. He promised me he would.
I hung up with him and called his boss and told him what was
going on. I called back and Jay was safe
and cooling off. It was enough to scare
both of us. I told him I didn’t care if
we went broke, I wanted him to find a new job, even if it was for less money. His job was not worth his health or his life.
Tami would buy her first home in August of 2014, and move
out of Momma Muriel’s house. I was
honored when she told me one of the reasons they were staying in Louisiana was
to be close to me. They chose a home
about 10 miles from me. I can be to her
house in about 15 minutes. As we could
not figure out how to move Mr. Henry, the pot bellied pig, without traumatizing
him, Tami gave him to me and he stayed here.
She comes to visit him and bring him treats often.
In September Jay had to go in for his DOTD physical. He struck up a conversation with the male
medical assistant there, Robert. Jay
just happened to mention that he was trained as a medical assistant, but had
been unable to find work in his field.
Robert told Jay they were hiring, and looking for a male medical assistant. He ran to get his supervisor and introduce
her to Jay. Jay was hired a few weeks
later. Jay has never been happier!
Jay gave his two weeks at Unifirst. We decided for Samhain to take a vacation and
go to south Texas and visit with my Druid buddies, Mother Marie, Mother Gloria
and Father Dave. Hell after the last few
years we needed a break. Tami looked
after the farm for us. We had the best
time. They are still talking about our
cooking down there. I told Mother Gloria
about my trip on Marijuana, and about not wanting to be possessed by the Gods
again. She warded me and that warding
has held. I have not been taken by the
Gods since December of 2013. It is my
hope that it will not happen again. I
think my mind is too fragile at this point.
On December 2nd, 2014 Paige left my parents
house. I meet with Mom for the first
time in two and a half years on December 7th. Two days later Mom had a stroke. She still thinks it had to do with all the
stress she was under with Paige.
Tami called me in December and told me she was having
trouble with Lu-Lu and Pippy. Both of
them kept getting out of the gate and terrorizing the neighborhood. She had asked me to take them before, but I
was never ready. We both weren’t. I think we were both ready this time. So close to Christmas we added Lu-Lu, a 10
year old Chihuahua, and Pippy, a 4 year old black and white mutt, into our
pack. They are very happy here. Pippy is quite a kisser, and loves to play
with Scooter. Lu-Lu is a primadonna and Sophia’s
BFF.
Juno had told me she had never really had a Christmas, so
Jay and I decided to give her one. I had
so much fun shopping for them. It is one
of my favorite Christmases’ so far, and much better than the Christmas I had
spent the year before.
Jay had started his new job in November. We knew we would have to spend 90 days or so
without insurance. We stocked up our meds as best we could, and prepared to
make it through. Thank gods for the oil
well checks. When it came time to buy my
two depression meds at, $250 and $800, a bottle we obviously could not afford
it.
I made the decision to get off of my meds, for the first
time in at least 10 years. We buckled
down and prepared for the worst. What
happened next we did not expect. I began
to feel better. I was not sleeping 17
hours a day anymore. I was not so
fuzzy. Jay and I’s love relationship got
better. I had been having problems for
at least a year. I figured, as in all
things, that I was to blame and it was just all in my head. I had had so many Dr’s tell me that, I
started to believe it. Turns out it was
the meds. I think I had been
overmedicated for a long time. I started
to feel so good, I began sewing again.
Something I had not done in a long time.
My life was finally starting to get better. Jay was no longer exhausted all the
time. He was only working 40 hours a
week. He was not in that hot truck. He would come home singing. Then he would start cooking and doing
clothes. I was overjoyed to see him so
happy.
In February of 2015 Juno wanted to get a service dog, to
help with her mental problems. The
people in her trailer park began to give her trouble as to size and breed. She would find a dog, and then try to talk to
them about getting said dog and by the time they got back to her the dog would
not be available anymore. Then they
wanted to charge them more rent because of this new dog. Juno and I were talking one day over lunch
and I said, “I will have to check with Jay, but why don’t you and Kay move out
to Momma Muriel’s trailer. You would
have lots of room, and could have any dog you wanted.” Juno and Kay moved out here the first part of
April.
Ilsa
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