Hanging Out With Dead People

I really needed that ritual. It was quiet and low-key. But I needed to address my akhu, and it was good. I still need to talk to Father Bill, but I'm not sure how quite to go about that. I addressed him and my other grandparents, including the one I never met and the ones I adopted when I was a child. (I told him that the Red Sox won the World Series. I don't know if they get the sports news in the Duat.)

I may write some more about him later. (All in all, a good time of year to talk to dead Catholics.) I may have to be insistent about visiting him and Grandy Jay in Arlington when teinedreugan and I are in the DC area come winter solstice holiday season.

Still need an akhu shrine. Should go antiquing in Harvard at some point to make progress on this point. But I'm not being nudged half to death by the needs of my dead right now, not anymore; I've listened, and I've talked with them. (Getting a proper akhu shrine seems to be much, much higher on my priorities than getting a proper naos.)


In other random observations, I just observed a feline cage match. In the tub. Two cats enter! One cat leaves! It was very silly.

It's getting along towards Novemberish. I should decide whether or not I'm doing the none-o again.

Must talk to ibnfirnas about dead people in general.