A Short Windstorm!

Some sort of front just passed my apartment. The wind was very fierce, like blustery day fierce. I dashed outside to rescue my Christmas cactus because I was afraid it would be blown over. Dust filled the air and the phone lines hung sideways against the backdrop of a pale pink/orange sky. I think this was just the momentary thing of the wind front of an air mass passing here. I wonder if that means that the dry weather will change.

Salt, Poppy Seed, and Garlic

Baba circles the inside of her mortar with its pestle powdering the salt and herbs together. Turning the two handfuls of the mixture into a bowl she mixes it up with oil and then scoops the mixture into a jar.

She turns to you and says, "Now follow my instructions exactly. Put a line of this inside each of your windows and above each of your doors. But before you finish with the last one take out a new loaf of bread, wrap it in white cloth, and go outside the remainder. Call out 'Grandfather come and protect this new place.' Then you wait a bit and go back inside with the bread and seal your last doorway. That shall help to keep you safe in the night from the wampyr.

"Believe in the magic and your ancestor and nothing shall be able to either influence you or invade your home."