Broken Christmas Eve...

 Those one trusts can turn on you in a minute...
To night was suppose to be a time of reflection and focusing on Jesus. Tonight we were suppose to have tortilla soup and watch a "Christmas Story". Tonight was suppose to be a time of each opening a gift and just making the best of this Christmas season.  Instead, a "friend" the family had over turned on Robby.

I have never been so scared in my life.  I was called a "witch" yet again... by more than one person.  Yet, I rose above my fears, and with all my might shoved the guy off Robby.  He had his knee to Robby's throat, and if I hadn't have, there would be no Robby to celibate Christmas with this year or ever again... I am shaking so bad.  I cant stop crying off and on.  So close to losing everything...

As it stands, he has bad bruises, broken beyond repair glasses, and a bedroom door that we will sleep with locked until we move in late January/early February back to Dine Bikeyah.  These two gypsies have got to get to a safer place...  I just trust tomorrow can be redeemed and we can still have a wonderful last Christmas in Kentucky... even if Christmas Eve was a broken mess...

~ Morria

Rain and Back on the Road!

It rained most of  today which was good for keeping the car cool as we drove it down to get fixed.  Chicken feathers, that was what killed the radiator!  It was full of chicken feathers... even after being flushed out 5 times the guy could not get them all out, so he got us a new radiator.  After that was all said and done, these gypsies got back on the road and pushed as far as we could before getting a night's rest.  I wanted to make it to Poteau, OK and see my uncle and aunt, but no... we only made it half way through Arkansas before I am to tired to push onwards...  Going to make a long day of it tomorrow, but the sleep will do me good.

~ Morria

Trouble came and went...

I learned an important lesson in taking in fellow travelers, gypsies, and nomads this week.  An old friend, Rekker, whom I had not seen in some time... came through Didean this week... He thought he would come to my house and take over the safe haven... I had offered him shelter as an old friend.  But in less than a day he was causing trouble... first he hit on me, only to find out Robby and I are a couple.  Then he tried to take over running the safe house.  Then he had the nerve to start telling all of us how we were going to run Didean from then on... Thankfully Jo and the kids were out of town visiting friends for the week, or she would have tangled with him BIG time.


As it was, I had very cross words with him.  He had been told he could sleep on the floor in the living room with the mats and sleeping bags until something better could be found.  Instead, he ordered Robby out of his room, put in an air conditioner (which no one should have as the wiring in that room needs fixing, and will be worked on in 2 weeks), and invited a girl we dont know over.  That and he tried to get meds at the hospital, only to not want to wait the 5 hrs needed to get them (we later found out he abuses them).  Good riddance.  I am all for helping fellow gypies, travelers, and nomads, but they have to respect the house and the few rules we keep.  Rekker did not.  Farewell, I trust you find what you are looking for and some peace in your soul to go with it....

~ Morria

Train Hoppers and Romance

Just down the street from us lives another house of gypsies of sorts.  It is owned by a young woman who is "retired" from train hopping due to no longer being able to.  She takes in fellow young women who are train hoppers, gives them a place to stay, job references, and helps them get on their feet until they can or want to catch the next train.  After learning that our goal was to do much the same thing, but for a broader circle than she was focusing on... Megan invited us over for some snacks and just to hang out. The food, tne music, and the company was good, but  Robby and I did not stay for too long though, because we had alot on our minds.

Earlier tonight, before we went to Megan's, we had been to Zao Fellowship, and ate at Red Robin's with them afterwards.  I was being left out of all the conversations... and shot Barq's Root Beer threw a straw at Robby... flirting. I guess.  Well, conversation and feelings between us was growing... now awakened. So, we are going to explore this... and see if just maybe 13 years is not to big of a gap for two gypsies to cross for love...

~ Morria

Journey to Wisconsin - Part 1

A whole week with Matt!  Havent got to hang out since we left New Orleans back in Summer 2001, though we have been in contact and talked ever since.  His an awesome "little brother"!

The flight into Chicago was grand, and the road trip was even better up to the Rush in Wisconsin.  Who knows what mischief the two of us gypsies will have this week!

~ Morria