Still Kinda Full Moon in Scorpio

 I'm tired, my dears. A lot is going on.

Because of my mother, I've been forced to talk to cops twice this week. 

First, I dressed like a conservative southern lady because I had some sketchy shit to do. My mother would not fill out the tax exemption form. She thought it was a bill. She insisted that she was exempt. I could not make her understand that in order to stay exempt, she would need to fill out the form. Since she refused, I filled it out for her, then forged her signature. Then I put on my black dress and my cross necklace, and tried to look like a righteous lady on a mission. Unfortunately, once at the courthouse, I couldn't figure out which room I needed to be in. So I asked the deputies because they were the only people around. 

Generally, I don't like cops. My oldest son is a felon. Whenever the cops don't have any leads, they come to my house and ask if I've seen my oldest. I will say no, he's in jail. They will then ask if I'm SURE he's in jail, and do I know who has visited him. I'll tell them to call the warden. They glare at me for a few minutes, waiting for me to do something illegal so that they have an excuse to search my house. When I just stand silently, they stomp off. But then they ride past my house several times each day for the next week. Sometimes they follow me. They are always disappointed when I go to the library or the thrift store. 

So that's why I don't like cops. The deputies at the courthouse were nice enough, but they wanted to keep talking to me. Being that I had just falsified tax forms, I didn't want to talk. I did some spells before I went to the courthouse, and everything went very well, better than I could have hoped. But I was still nervous. 

Yesterday, my mother decided to walk to my house. I live four miles away, and there is a very busy four lane highway between us. Some of her neighbors called the sheriff's department. Then one of the deputies called me. I had to go get her. She was a mile and a half from home. I took her to my house. I thought she would probably walk off again. We spent most of the day watching "Dark Winds." She loved the show. 

I just realized, I am not sure how the cops got my number. Now I have something else to be paranoid about. 

Eventually, my mom decided she should be at home. But at least she ate while she was here. 

Because I didn't want to leave my mother unsupervised, I didn't get much done yesterday. I did a lot of sewing. I am almost done with a crow.

I have been thinking that I need more majick in my life. I forget to do rituals. I think I want a blue print of some basic spells. I am thinking maybe a large piece of paper that already has pictures of correspondences, something I could put on my altar, activate, and light a candle or two. I found this picture

which I think would be good for autumn. I would like to do a collage. I could have these in my book of shadows. Just turn to the page, light my candle, and say the words. I already have a protection spell that I use all the time. And I have a picture for my best possible outcome spell. I use it at least once a week. I need a few more spells. 

So that's what I am going to work on today. Blessed be, my dears. Stay safe and well. Try to avoid cops.