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Letters to Nowhere

Friday, September 29, 2006

Random realizations

If your trying to find a Starbucks** and you see two Car-Title-Loan places... Turn around. If the neighborhood is hawking car titles, they can't afford a $6 coffee.

I was leaving a gas station one morning and pushed on the "Pull" door. I am pathetic enough that: 1. I actually noticed the "Pull" sticker. 2. I was directing sarcasm at myself. "Oh yeah, I'm a rebel now. I pushed the PULL side, where's my Harley!"

Kids have brain functions that make it physically impossible for them to comprehend the put-it-back-where-you-found-it philosophy. Need proof? I submit as evidence the question my son asked me a few days ago:

Son: Mom?
Me: Yes.
Son: Why don't you ever take a bath, or even a shower?
Me: wh-wha.. WHAT?! I take my bath while you are sleeping.
Son: No you don't. Everytime I get in the shower the soap, shampoo, and all that stuff is always where it was when I got out the last time.

Me: (why me, why me!!!) That's because I put things back where they belong! Hard to believe I know.
Son: (looking at me skeptically)
Me: Ok.. Do I smell like -name of the mentally challenged handyman guy that lives near us-?
Son: No.
Me: Exactly!

---fast forward to this morning---
My son wakes up and sees me with wet hair and wrapped in a towel as I duck into my room

Son: Wow! You really DO take baths!

humph. Yes, yes! He's still alive.


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**(incidentally, I'd always wondered why I got the impression the Starbucks chick in the logo seemed to be tucking her legs behind her head. Seems I wasn't far off. This is a good article about the evolution of the logo)

Monday, September 25, 2006

For Mortal Stakes

Ever make life decisions based on a poem?

Yeah, me either. However, they can sometimes provide food for thought. Consider this piece from a Robert Frost poem....


“But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the future's sakes.”

I happened to find a portion of this in a novel that I was reading recently, and it sort of resonated for me. Enough for me, at least, to bend to the task of finding the rest of the poem. They are easy to find, in these time of mass communication.

Although Frost was writing about yielding an axe to a couple of tramps, who wanted to take over his woodchopping for money, the real message was, of course, different. One often can get more than one bit of wisdom from the written word.

Love really is like this; it's work, disguised as play, for mortal stakes. One seeks it out, embraces it, enjoys it, and works hard to keep it. This is something for me to keep in mind, if I want to have any kind of a future with a partner that I love very much. Keeping it in mind will remind me that anything worth having and enjoying, is worth working hard for.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Fluffy


Fluffy
Originally uploaded by red clover.
Ahhh

The sweet innocence of youth.

Not Fluffy


Not Fluffy
Originally uploaded by red clover.
What a difference a hair cut and 30 minutes can make.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Cinder-fella

My son has spent this weekend doing menial, but very physical labor. He has scrubbed the kitchen floor on hands and knees, folded/hung/put away 4 loads of laundry, picked up tiny pieces of shredded paper that had fallen out of a box of glassware, washed windows and has not gotten to play any type of electronic entertainment.

Tomorrow's To Do List will include: Cleaning the bathroom, picking up yard trash, and washing the dishes.

Why? Because he's screwing off in school.

I got a call from the school Friday. His state required testing has been going on since Thursday. He was ignoring the test and after being scolded several times, sighed and started filling in random answers without reading any of the questions. He'd filled in the "bubbles" on parts of the test they hadn't even given yet. So... he ended up in the office.

I wanted to make sure he'd have a pretty accurate idea of what kind of work would be available for a highschool drop out and/or illiterate.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Hypocrisy

There seems to be no end to the surprises that the family of this blog's host can offer up. As regular readers here know, Renee has had many challenges these past few years (not her usual name, by the way; she DOES like to exercise some anonymity for her family's sake. Hey, Grandma C, I expect you conveniently missed that point!!). I find some of the comments they've made here, and their conduct and treatment of the woman that I love, repugnant. I had looked forward to meeting other members of her family, and getting to know them, perhaps, or at least try to understand them. However, for the moment, I repudiate them. Go check a dictionary if you don't know the meaning.

Many of these people are members of the church. I think that is a wonderful thing. Although I've not attended services for many years, I think that joining in fellowship to worship is comforting and pleasing. I would point out to those that do worship that they should pay close attention to the lessons. And, if they have questions or need guidance, they should speak with a pastor that is learned and joyful in Christ. To those who have spoken disparagingly about the woman I wish to marry: Seek guidance. I would even say that they have not paid enough attention during the worship, and at the lesson. Let's look at a few choice commentaries from the New Testament......

“Therefore, thou art inexcusable, O man, whosoever thou art that judgest: for wherein thou judgest another, thou condemnest thyself; for thou that judgest doest the same things. But we are sure that the judgment of God is according to truth against them which commit such things. And thinkest thou this, O man who judgest them which do such things, and doest the same, that thou shalt escape the judgment of God? Or despisest thou the riches of His goodness and forbearance and longsuffering, not knowing that the goodness of God leadeth thee to repentance?” Romans 2:1-4

Correct me if I'm wrong, but does this not speak of not passing judgement on others; that this is God's work? It's something to bear in mind.

I'd like to point out that the family has had many challenges the past few years....pain, death, sickness, and sorrow. Now, in most families, this is the time when you need to come together and support one another, and put aside any friction that you might have between you. Instead I see, from some members of this family, an opportunity to revisit old arguments and find faults in others.

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Judge not, that ye be not judged.
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For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
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And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?
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Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?
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Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.
Matthew 7:1-5

I am, indeed, sure that by chastising Renee, you feel you're taking the high road, the righteous path. What did Christ have to say about conceit? I believe it is a parable.....


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Two men went up into the temple to pray; the one a Pharisee, and the other a publican.
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The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, God, I thank thee, that I am not as other men are, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican.
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I fast twice in the week, I give tithes of all that I possess.
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And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful to me a sinner.
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I tell you, this man went down to his house justified rather than the other: for every one that exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.

Luke 18:10-14

Grandma C, your comments and your conduct smack of self-exaltation.......

For whosoever exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.
Luke 14:11

Now, I don't walk in Christ like many of you do. Therefore, I probably will find it a challenge to meet you, and not speak my mind. Forgiveness will be hard to come by. However, if you're willing to listen to the advice of a heathen, I would suggest that you speak of your conduct to someone more learned than me. Check with your pastor, and be honest with what you have done and said. I recall from the teachings of Christ that he welcomed questions. I think you should think on how you treat this lady. She has raised a fine son, and gives of herself to her family, fully and often. She gives of herself to her siblings and her mother. Uh huh, she has a sharp tongue, coupled with a brilliant mind, and perhaps you can't understand her. But you must accept her. She does the very best she can, and frankly, that's very good.

You've known her longer, but I think I perhaps know her better. She loves deeply, and without reservation. The things you say are hurtful, and not in keeping with the teachings about the love that Jesus had for all of us. As an agnostic, I expect this won't carry much weight with you. That's why I suggest you find an unbiased shepherd to help guide you.

As for this child of God, don't expect me to do any backflips when I meet you. I have to confess that I have a hard time being congenial to hypocrites. I've been one myself, and trust me, they aren't worthy of anyone's time.

Before I finish my malcontented diatribe (yeah, dig out the dictionaries again, people, I know understanding comes hard....), let me point out why the sisters were giggling at the funeral. After all the heartache and sorrow they have suffered, especially at this time of year, remember, they sought solace in each other's company. They'd not seen each other in a very long time, and the last time was gathered over another pine box. Funerals are not just for closure, but to celebrate the person's life, and celebrate being alive! I can't speak for Andy, but I know for a fact John was perhaps more alive then any of you. I hear Grandpa was pretty perky, too.

God, we're sending a good man back to you; thanks for letting us have him for a while.....

So, let me know what you've decided. I look forward to seeing Renee and son. Also her cousin, mother, and the others I was fortunate to meet the last time I was down. Folks like you..well.....Paul had his epiphany on the way to Damascus. I guess one hopes for the best.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

A first time for everything

I have received hate mail from family. That’s a first. I have been asked by a member of my family to never post anything about the family again.

My answer to that... is NO

It’s not a matter of respect, or pride, or disrespect. It’s a matter of my personal rights.

Family is not something you choose. They just are. The connection between some of my family and me is... tenious. It's maintained through semi-annual visits, and the occasional Christmas card. Sure I love them. But I don’t always like them. I know they feel the same about me.

This spot, Letters to Nowhere, is MY spot. This is MY blog. This is where I dump out what’s going on, what I’m thinking of, what I’m doing. And ultimately I do it for me. I won’t be censored by anyone. I’ll be happy to hear your thoughts, your comments. But, this is my “home”. I will live and tell my life the way I choose to in my “home”.

If you make a choice to read something I write, you made that choice. Feel free to comment, hate mail from my family welcome. But it was your choice to read. It was your decision. I am not going to selectively alter my history, my thoughts, or my feelings for anyone. I am not a made-to-order family member. Sure this is a public forum; however you still choose to read it. Do you watch dirty movies, or read pornographic materials? No? Why not? Because you choose not to, you are making a choice.

If you are close-minded enough to take one entry, one day, one page from my life and condemn me to hell... feel free. Just the fact people are willing to do so makes me doubt their faith. If god will judge me, fine. You have no right too. God and I know what I thought, what was said, because by your belief system, he knows all. So why should I censor it? It’s already on the book of life.

If anyone is unclear as to how to leave and not read, please look in the right hand corner of this page. You will see a small X in a box. Clicking that makes me go away. It makes anything I say that is uncomfortable, upsetting, or distasteful to you go away... forever.

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Oh and at my funeral, or my son's.. I hope there is humor, I hope there are jokes told, I hope people will remember me and/or my son as human, funny, failable, imperfect, sometimes clumsy in the living of it but always always full of joy in life. Laughter through tears is one of the best healers in this world.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Instant Mood Swings

Just add Nuvaring

It finally clicked today. I was at work and started crying.. Because (wait for it)

IT WAS RAINING.

Oh yeah, I also snapped at my boss and.. The list goes on.

I just started birth control again a few days ago. "Give it a week" my gyno (Dr Slappey how great is that lol) says. Hormones.. gotta love 'em

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Goofy Gourds


Winter Squash
Originally uploaded by red clover.
My son, 9, likes most veggies, but not squash.

He does however LOVE goofy gourd night and will eat an obscene amount of "gourd". This is not the first time something as simple as a name change has fooled him.

Yeah, I'm evil, sorta.


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And talk about balls!!

I was driving home and came across a man that had been stopped by the police.

He got out of his car on his cell phone. AND then .. AND then! Held up the "Wait a second, I'm just wrapping this up" finger to the COP.

That's some balls.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Recommended Slogan

Use Scott Toilet Tissue: Because your saving your coffee filters.. for coffee

Scott Toilet Tissue: The Kleenex is gone, and the Bounty.. Well that's a bit too much exfoliation

Scott Toilet Tissue: The papermill has gotta send the rejects somewhere!

Scott Toilet Tissue: 100% recycled drywall

Needless to say I ran out of TP the other day and borrowed a roll from the neighbor. Thank the gods I didn't have hemorrhoids.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Frugal observation

My cousin and I were out shopping yesterday when we saw one of the digital picture frames. You know, the kind that changes the displayed picture every minute or so.

It was $189.00

Chris: That is so cool.
Me: Its $189
Chris: Yeah but it changes the pictures, you could have 50 pictures in there and it rotates them.
Me: I've already got one.
Chris: You do?
Me: Yes, it's called a screen saver. And it was FREE
Chris: That's why I love you, that's why I bring you shopping with me. Reality Check.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Dorothy Parker.. How I love her

“I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do any thing. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.”

Speaking of biting nails.

I used to bite my nails down till they bled. I spent 6 weeks getting acrylic overlays to break the habit. That's been almost 2 or 3 years.

A few days ago I bit off my thumb nails. It was better than the first cup of coffee in the morning. Almost better than sex.

I mentioned it to my cousin, he wasn't surprised.

Chris: Fingernails are hardwired to endorphines. They have to be. You notice I have no nails.


Married Change #1

When my beau and I were talking about getting married I said I'd have to go on a diet..

When I mentioned 2 weeks later that almost everything I'd eaten grew from the ground. He was surprised..

"No.. That's why they had blood tests in most states. Didn't you know, if the Bride-to-be had a normal Iron level she clearly wasn't committed enough. They wouldn't give them a license!" I said laughingly.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Music

Have you ever made a life changing decision based on your current music library?



.. neah.. Me either.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Things that are irking me:

1. Niki/Pam didn't talk to us about any problem.

She talked w/ Pam, she (we're guessing) talked with Nancy. No one ever talked w/ us. Sending nancy to be insulting in emails is not the best way to alert me of a concern. Please have enough respect to tell me/us/him there is a problem. If you don't say something we don't know. When we talked with Niki about us getting married she didn't say anything except, well I hate to be rude but I need to go get my friend. Not another word. She didn't sound upset, worried, or even like she cared. She never said or sent anything since then to either Les or I. How can we know what is going on if someone doesn't take the time to ask questions, say something, or respond. I'm not psychic.

2. Les "going along" with plans. You don't just "go along" with a life alterning, legaly binding, cereomony that is supposed to be a sign of emotional attachment, love, commitment, trust and joy. You can "go along" with a different type of toothpaste, a trip to the lake, or yeast free bread. Not your wedding.

3. Nancy's meddling and/or dregrading statements about me (which in this case Les was relieved to have a scapegoat at least)

I am more family oriented than she has any idea.
I was the one that said "we have to tell niki at least"
My family isn't wild about me marrying so the wedding sure as hell wasnt for them
No we arent getting married just for me, or at least I didn't think so. Reference #1. I"m not psychic.
Life will never be "perfect" marriage often makes it harder not the roses and rainbows delision you credit with me.
Les is grown. Count. The. Years. 42. Are we going to have to check with you before we consumate our life?
Mom still hasn't told dad? And? Etiher tell him or don't. But don't use it as a weapon. You could cover up child molestation in the past. You can keep this from him too I'm sure.

4. Not going to "complicate this with love" HUH?
Words fail me. Love shouldn't be a complication. It is the reason. period.

5. The time when I most need to see him hes asking me not to come. When I most need the reassurance of being able to look into his eyes and see ... whatever may (or god forbid may not) be there.

*sigh.. yes this would be all about me if I were to press it. And I'm not ready to create even more resentment.

6. Does he want me there or is that also just "going along w/ it" too?
I'm pretty sure the last year+ of planning hasn't been just at my urging. I hope not, anyway.

7. Feeling like I can't discuss this with him, see #5

I don't want to be angry, I don't want to doubt, I don't want to lose trust in him. But now I find myself questioning things I thought were bedrock truths.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Shopping for a new do

at with Clairol's Try it onMy Moasic


Ehem.. and Just for Laughs
Les Moasic

Reading Moon's comment about the wedding changes made me think about why I've agreed to postpone. And that's all it is really, a postponement.

The fact that my family isn't thrilled to pieces really, in the end, doesn't matter to me. I would like the support, or at least well wishes of my family, but I'm not getting married to please them, and my marriage, ultimately, will not include them. They don't have to live with us or support us.

I have long since past the point in my life where what people think of me, or even IF they think of me, matters much in my decision making. Spending time worrying about what people with think, or say only gives them power over you. If you begin to base your reactions to life on the "OH but-what-will-they-think" fretting, you may as well hand them the reins to your life and say "lead me where you will, I'm a slave to whim and your opinion".

So, the reason I agreed to a postponement had very little to do with my family now. It had everything to do with my family after the ceremony. And when I say my family I mean:

He and I, our two kids, that is my family. Period. His daughter can't be here, and she wants to be with us when we get married. That's all that really matters.

Oh sure his mother was upset and his sister was crapp'n kittens, and putting the guilt trip on with a trowel. He's the youngest of his siblings. I'm not sure they've realized it... but he's not 6 anymore. "Mom's so upset she hasn't even told dad yet, you know he's not in the best of health" "Your only doing this because it's what Jennifer and her family want" "Your daughter thinks you will ignore her once you have your "new" family" "I can't believe you'd be this thoughtless" "all women in their 20's want to get married, they live in a fantasy that life will be perfect once their married" “We know what’s best for you” "She has to understand you have family duties.. blah blah blah" -- what about us, we, our, .. lather, rinse and repeat... I'm surprised she didn't drag Santa and the Tooth fairy into it.

As much as some of the things she's said made me see red and seethe, she's only reinforced my previous opinion of her. My beau's daughter said it best: Don't worry about Aunt N; she's never liked anyone dad was interested in. She doesn't want to lose her little slave boy. OUCH... but I don't think his daughter's entirely wrong, either.

Whereas my family's opinion of me has little actual impact on what I do with my life, it’s a little weightier to my beau. There are several reasons for this, I guess: he feels he owes them money, they've helped him through college, and maybe most of it boils down to the fact he's the youngest. He's never been taken seriously by most of his family. And maybe after forty years of it, he's started to wonder if they might be right, a family form of battered wife syndrome, after awhile you start to believe it. ...maybe you should second guess yourself... Ok Ok... maybe that was a tad severe... .. But not by much.

So, how, or why even, do I love him? I don’t expect to, or want to change him. I’m not trying to save him etc. It’s simply because he is a good man; his hearts in the right place. This is not the first time the family dragon has roared out of it's cave and started demanding sacrifice "for your own good, for the good of the family", He's stood up and slayed the dragon before. He'll do it again when needed, I have faith in him.

He asked me, "If we do postpone will you think less of me? Will it change the relationship?"

All I can say is this: I don't know, I doubt it. But, I do know I don't want him to marry me out of spite, just to prove a point. I don't want him to marry me because I used my love and our life as leverage in some perverse tug of war. I refuse to give ultimatums, and I refuse to respond to them; they show a lack of respect, or trust. I'll leave the heavy handed bullying to his sister. She's seems better at it.

All that I'm concerned about is our family: Niki, James, Jennifer and Les. That's it, That's all.

Niki is the reason, at least my reason. She is worth postponing our wedding. If she wants to be there when we marry, she will be. So I wait.

Postponed, but not abandoned

Reading Moon's comment about our changes in wedding plans made me think about why I've agreed to postpone. And that's all it is really, a postponement.

The fact that my family isn't thrilled to pieces really, in the end, doesn't matter to me. I would like the support, or at least well wishes of my family, but I'm not getting married to please them, and my marriage, ultimately, will not include them. They don't have to live with us or support us.

I have long since past the point in my life where what people think of me, or even IF they think of me, matters much in my decision making. Spending time worrying about what people with think, or say only gives them power over you. If you begin to base your reactions to life on the "OH but-what-will-they-think" fretting, you may as well hand them the reins to your life and say "lead me where you will, I'm a slave to whim and your opinion".

So, the reason I agreed to a postponement had very little to do with my family now. It had everything to do with my family after the ceremony. And when I say my family I mean:

He and I, our two kids, that is my family. Period. His daughter can't be here, and she wants to be with us when we get married. That's all that really matters.

Oh sure his mother was upset and his sister was crap'n kittens, and putting the guilt trip on with a trowel. As much as some of the things she's said made me see red and seethe, she's only reinforced my previous opinion of her. That it's not as much about me, as it is her.

Whereas my family's opinion of me has little actual impact on what I do with my life, it’s a little weightier to my beau. Maybe most of it boils down to the fact he's the youngest. He's never been taken seriously by most of his family. And maybe after forty years of it, he never will be.

So, how, or why even, do I love him? I don'’t expect to, or want to change him. I’m not trying to save him etc. It'’s simply because he is a good man; his hearts in the right place. This is not the first time the family dragon has roared out of it's cave and started demanding sacrifice "for your own good, for the good of the family", He's stood up and slayed the dragon before. He'll do it again when needed, I have faith in him.

He asked me, "If we do postpone will you think less of me? Will it change the relationship?"

All I can say is this: I don't know, I doubt it. But, I do know I don't want him to marry me out of spite, just to prove a point. I don't want him to marry me because I used my love and our life as leverage in some perverse tug of war. I refuse to give ultimatums, and I refuse to respond to them; they show a lack of respect, or trust. I'll leave the heavy handed bullying to others. They seem better at it.

All that I'm concerned about is our family: Daughter, Son, He and I. That's it, That's all.

His daughter is the reason, at least my reason. She is worth postponing our wedding. If she wants to be there when we marry, she will be. So I wait.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Good Bye Steve

The Croc Hunter, aka that fool.. as in Do you see what the crazy fool is doing?!, has passed away.

StringRay barb to the chest. It was quick. And you know I can't really imagine him setting around, 70 years old pinning for the old days.

I think he would have approved (if he'd not left behind a wife and two kids anyway)

My son loved his show, and you can see that influence in our lives every time my son says, "Close your eyes and hold out your hands". My response is always the same "Is it alive?"




Red Bellied Water Snake: "rescued" from the pool filter. In all fairness it IS a baby. That's a peanut butter jar it's sitting in.

Scratch That..

(ahem) Wedding in October is off. It's been decided, we're waiting.

SO! How was your weekend?

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Underwhelmed

For the record, I guess I wasn't expecting excitement or high drama from my family, regarding my forthcoming marriage. I did expect SOME strong emotion, however. Even if it was "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!"

Anything but what we got. I know that you regular readers are probably thinking that we should be more pragmatic about the reaction of the important people in our lives. Even an assertive indifference shouldn't keep us from doing what we want, should we? It's about us, right?

For my part, the thing that has my hands shaking, and on the brink of a nervous breakdown, is the fact that I cannot have members of my family there. But let me first expand on why the timing is just about perfect for she and I to marry.

As many regular readers know, our burgeoning relationship started a couple of years ago, and during that time, we both have gone through some very trying circumstances. Red has had to deal with deaths in her family, particularly the untimely death of her beloved brother, John. This was a harrowing time, not just for her, but for her mother and siblings. The lost of a child or brother well before their time impacts everyone, and for life. And one never passes through the time of year when such a tragedy occurs without pausing to think long and hard about the one that's gone.

Of course, it's easy to think that they may remain forever young in your mind. It's easy to think of the memories you shared with them growing up. It's easy to think that all of them were good memories, too. The thing you miss is the chance to see them grow more, change and evolve more. John was well on his way to doing just that. He'd led a life, from what I've been told, at least, that had been fraught with stumbles and mis-starts. But two years ago, he'd made some fundamental changes, and had a real chance to start a new chapter in his life. It was a chance mistake, in my view, that was cause to rewrite the book of his life. I regret that I cannot meet this fine man; the conciliator, as Red puts it. John often placed himself between people who fought, striving to calm a tense situation. This is a quality we do not find often in this world. I guess God needed him somewhere else.

In any event, his passing occurred around the time Red and I want to marry. The timing is ideal, because a week previous to her brother's death, her grandfather passes away as well. There are other personal hardships that have happened to Red and her family. These are too numerous, and too personal, to mention. But October seems to be a banner month for them. To have a joyous event happen would be a blessing, and perhaps quell the ghost that drifts throught this autumn time.

In the old Japanese calender, October is called Kan'na dzuki, meaning the absence of god. I think a marriage between Red and me would weigh it on the OTHER side of the scales. We, neither of us, have a great deal of personal faith anymore, except in a general sense. But, a wedding would be a way to chase off the restless spirit that dwells in this so-called 'godless' month.

The more important reason is Love. Of course!

Red and I have talked long and deeply about our future life together. How to raise her son. The future schooling she'd like to take. How we will live. The places we'd like to travel to. The involvement we will have with my daughter. My ongoing, sometimes thorny, but ultimately loving relationship with my family. And hers!! Learning how to communicate without having to speak, or fill a void in the conversation if there is a lull, since we mostly talk on the phone. Marriage is the natural step for a deep friendship that has developed and evolved over a period of two years. Four, really, if you count the time we've known each other. The thing is, neither of our families seem to take it seriously enough to get really excited about it. Which I find curious. Of course, I am loath to talk to my family about it, because they seem to think that this might just be another gesture for me, in the direction of being married. On the other hand, perhaps I don't talk about it enough to them, too. As the youngest, I was not always taken seriously, and at the age of forty-two, perhaps I should be resigned to that.

However, it boths me that I cannot have some representation at the wedding. Despite their decided lack of reaction, I WAS hoping to have the kind of wedding that included my family. At the base of it, I guess it's the same reasons as Red's. The fact that my family seems to only gather during times of crisis. The first joyous gathering we've had in a long time was at my mother's 80th birthday this past July. Previous to that, we mainly gather at funerals. Or gather around a hospital bed while my father clings tenuously to life, or misses passing on by a hair's breadth, due to an abdominal aortic aneurysm. Or look meaningfully at each other when we discuss our mutual health, or my mother's cancer. It'd be good to go somewhere and celebrate something other then ''Well, he's gonna live!''

Of course, the other reason I wanted family there is because I wanted family there. A wedding that DIDN'T include my family would seem sort of lacking from my standpoint. I have a rather unusual bunch of relatives. My mother and father were a focal point for any cousins, or any of my siblings friends, that wanted to go somewhere safe. Many was the morning that my mother would get up and see some strange teenager leaning into the refridgerator, looking for milk for their cereal. My one sister has developed a circle of friends over the years that have become members of our extended family. Just happened. No explanations, no questions, just happened. The reason being is that Dad is strong and silent and had a habit of getting things done in the old-school manly way. My mother has always been conciliatory, and a good listener, and quick to give advice and support.
And this has continued for me, right up to today. Mom and Dad, my sister, my other siblings, all were there to support me financially and, to some extent, emotionally, during the time since I left my first wife. And especially supportive during my attendance of college. And moving up to Yellowknife, where I am currently flaunting my work time writing this. So, it's a hard thing to consider not having them at my wedding.

Just for the record, Red, I STILL want to marry you. At the base of it, it IS about us, and we will figure something out. Ha, I just don't know what, exactly. Or how I'll reconcil my feelings on this issue. Perhaps the regular readers have suggestions. Wait, is this why we write here?

I love you.

Expectations: Sometimes you're right

My long time beau and I have been making plans for the last several weeks plans (technically tentative, but 99% there)to get married on 10-21-2006.

I'm offering you, yes YOU!, the chance to join the ranks of the studiously indifferent, and the mildly interested.

With VERY little exception each of our family members have reacted to the news with the same level of emotional excitement and well wishes you usually only feel radiating off Tax Auditors and Phone Company Employees. Yeah .. Exactly!

WE both knew there were a few people that probably wouldn't be thrilled.. But damn

Rather than being relieved we'd told everyone and basking in the "I wish you could have heard "insert Aunt Apathy name here" moment.

We spent a few depressed, mostly silent, and utterly under-whelmed minutes on the phone trying to do two things at once:

Comfort each other, and lick our own wounds.

Wounds we received from the most deadly of weapons if it's in the hands of someone you love and/or respect. Indifference.

Since then we've both slunk off to hole up in the minds and bellys of our beasts; I use this time to try to scrape something that will pass as a "life-lesson" out of this. I'm having a hard time trying to justify, not even explain.. Maybe something like: Never do for free what you can get paid for, even if you'll miss your only child's wedding?

No that cant right... Sigh..

I love him, If he will have me I'll be his wife by sundown October 21. If he decides he wants to wait.. Well.. I guess we'll be waiting.