Friends in need.

Hey all. So, the last week has been… a trial is a mild term. Exhausting. Staggering. Humbling. Renewing of my faith in humanity and the community of people of which I’ve chosen to be a part.
Some dear friends of mine in the SCA (Don, Suzanne and their adult son Bruce who lives with them) had a catastrophic house fire Monday night (yes, on Christmas). If you google ‘house fire Christmas Syracuse’ the first two results are about it. All humans are safe as nobody was home, and after staying with us for 2 days, they have been very fortunate to have been given a furnished apartment to live in for 2 months to catch their breath and get their bearings, and to try and find a new home.
The horrible, truly tragic news is that they lost both their dogs (the big old guy, Guinness, couldn’t have gotten down the stairs fast, and we believe Mickey, the little corgi, just wouldn’t leave him.. the smallest blessing being we think they just fell asleep, and that they were together).
Guinness and Mickey </3
All of us who knew the animals are just devastated. Two cats are still missing (Newt’s birth momma Stormy and Artemis, his 5 month old litter sister). We’ve got eyes out for the cats in the neighborhood, as well as a crate with a self-heating pad and some food (plus a couple of their shirts for scent) near the house. But it’s so cold and such a long shot they made it out at all that my heart is just broken.
Stormageddon (Stormy) and her doppelganger daughter Artemis.
William, the third cat, (who is 7 months old) was rescued from the house during the fire, though he had to stay at the vets for a few days with respiratory issues, irritated eyes and potential infection (and his whiskers are all crinkled and broken from the heat. Another blessing, the vet offered to pay all his bills!) He’s doing much better and has come to live with my housemate and I until my friends can get a place that allows pets. (Her dogs aren’t sure of the situation, my amazing stripeybutts have already stopped hissing and started to accept him, Newt especially since he spent his first 2 months with the sweet little guy).
William of Orange, William the Wonderful, phoenix of the house fire. Special cameo by Leo & Newt’s butt!
Thankfully their bedrooms and dining room (and everything in them) appear to have minimal to no damage just smoky, and they have already begun recovery efforts. Sadly everything else is looking like a complete loss, including the house itself. (And in a stunning twist of ‘really universe??’ they got in a car accident Friday in which a car rear ended them and shoved them into the car in front of them. Nobody’s hurt, again, but their only car is a bit smushed. It runs, but…).
We’ve had a lot of donations of clothes and food so far, plus gift cards and some money, and I’m heading to West Virginia next weekend to run another fundraiser at one of our biggest annual SCA events. Our house has been ground zero for donations and a few times I considered exchanging the front door for a revolving one!
They are such good people, with unflagging kindness and good humor. They’ve helped scores of us move (they moved me here from the scary neighborhood on the South Side), they feed people, take them in, and as I said they’re the folks from whom I adopted my stripey baby (who was so well cared for he’s now a big ball love love for pretty much everyone).
We’ve started a gofundme to help them get back on their feet, finding adequate housing and restarting life for 3 people is hard at any point in time, especially in the winter. If you can, please do donate. If you can’t, that’s okay. Feel free to share this forward and boost the signal.
Thank you!

If wishes were fishes…

…we’d walk on the ocean. But then the whole world would smell like fish.

The secular year is coming to a close (my personal year has always run from July to June, probably conditioning from school, and then there’s Celtic New Year in October and Nordic New Year this week) and at this time my thoughts often turn wistful. Wishes lost, wishes gained, wishes of the absurdly improbable.

I wish my body were better, not just outwardly but inside. All my weird quirks and issues. They combine to make things challenging every day.

I wish my mind were better. I wish it didn’t hate me. Anxiety is crippling and depression is an evil opportunist capitalizing on that.

I wish I were better at adulting. I just can’t get through being a grown up some days.  The stress, the presses on time, the bills to pay and things to do.

I wish I had someone to help keep me on track with all of these things. Not just a friend but a partner. Someone to hold me when my body is bad, to distract me when my brain is trying to kill me (or make me do it), to kick my butt when I can’t adult properly, someone to wake up with in the morning. That last bit I guess is a sad product of my choices and the lifestyle that fits me best.

I wish it weren’t so hard to find work in my field. It’s true the further I get from my graduation, the harder it becomes but someone has to die or retire in order for a space to open up in the museums field.


Wishes lost cannot be regained, new wishes must be made. Wishes become plans and plans become reality.


I wish I could find a job in my field. This one is probably going to be the easiest to fix. I’m determined this will happen this year. Plans are in motion for change. I will persist.

I wish I had someone. This is no easy fix, it will take patience (but I’m already 40 dammit how much longer do I have to wait??). And until I find the permanent primary partner, other plans and situations are afoot, so we’ll see how everything develops!

I wish I were better at adulting. This is tied to my anxiety and depression so really I need to put on my big girl pants and shove through it best I can. I’ve already started and have taken a few steps in a really positive direction. It’s a start.

I wish my mind and body were better. This will be the hardest to fix, or at least manage. My issues can’t be fixed as such, just managed and maintained. I still need help and medication, but I’m changing my insurance in the new year so hopefully I can at least get medicated. And my blood pressure lowered. And back on track for everything else that needs assistance.


Wishes, man. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. Except beggars are hungry and horses are meat. Think about it.