Just a short post. We went to see Harry Potter last night and loved it but I couldn't help but chuckle to myself that, before leaving our fundie church, there was a sermon on the evils of Harry Potter, how it led children into witchcraft, that J.K. Rowling was herself a witch and her aim was to recruit as many kids as possible into Wicca. I tried to set the pastor straight but he had read a book about it (not, of course, the books themselves) and wouldn't be budged on it. Now that we're no longer Christians, I'm sure he's patting himself on the back for being "right" on the issue. Still, it's a gain for me because I at least did the research instead of letting myself be manipulated into trusting someone else to think for me. Now I think for myself.
We stopped at Pizza Hut for a bite afterwards and unfortunately I lost my rune off my chain. The chain simply came undone. I am trying to believe that it left me because its work was done and that it was time for me to find something else to use as a symbol of my path. I have to admit that I felt a bit estranged from the rune most of the time and wore it mostly out of habit. I do hope whoever found it will find it useful.
Now off to knit while the snow piles up outside. I will go out and refill the bird feeder tomorrow morning even though that means I'll most likely have to trudge through around 10 inches of the wet, heavy white stuff.