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So the crook of my left arm is now tattooed.  That pretty much sums up my autumn no matter how you look at it.  It’s a letter from the Book of Kells: the letter “D”.  That book is my youngest’ favourite primarily because she loves illuminated manuscript.  The letter has been adapted by my other progeny who would like a career in the visual arts and has had a few local shows and has a promising aesthetic. The “D”… well I cannot even utter the words at this time of year, now can I?

What did I do during this fall, well, it goes like this:

I attended and finished my first semester of post secondary, which constitutes my sixth attempt at post secondary by the way, which was no small feat.  I can’t read without falling asleep and yet I managed to read every lick of the assigned readings.

I finished my cookbook and have cashed and spent the first part of my advance.  Who knew my first official and published book would be a cookbook with the main ingredient being pot butter? Who knew I’d have to cook each and every damn dessert multiple times and each recipe at least once between October and December.  I’d have to produce 62 different bar or cookie or square or whatever all while making my 6th run at a post secondary education.

I fed my concubine, my significant other herbal Viagra to stimulate our sex life.  It worked, but not to the degree I was hoping for.  It was fun, but not that much fun.  Some days it’s just more fun to pass your time with internet porn and a good vibrator.  It’s too bad about that really (I guess that’s kind of obvious though). At least at this point he’s considering going down on me and that’s quite a revelation (yes, I know how stupid I sound).  More “vitamins” (that’s what I say)!  Too bad its 46 bucks a bottle (no pun intended).

I hate Christmas but even more so without Dylan (yes, this IS where the letter “D” comes into it).  I really try to hold on to the notion that every art of the world at this time of the year needs some kind of hope that everything is temporary, even that bad stuff, the darkness, the unmitigated cold, the unrelenting heat….whatever it is, wherever you stand on this blue dot you could use a little hope to get you through to better times. 

So there will be parties and visitors and uncomfortable silences and no present from my concubine because he just didn’t budget accordingly (ow).  There will be food and arguing and the odd act of kindness here and there and all that much more noticeable because of the season.  All of this will just have me missing Dylan all the more.  Every little thing, especially the good ones, makes me wish Dylan was here something awful. 

Peace, they say, is the enemy of memory.
 
Oh yeah……..   I’m averaging 90% overall.