Starhawk

March 3, 2013

::Deliquescent.

Ice and wind and… landing with an undignified WHUMP on a ten-foot thick featherbed. The breath blasted out of me. Blinking, flabbergasted. I get up. Look around, sheepish. Scratch my ass and pat my hair back into place. A heartfelt harrumph.

Every year, I forget about February. If any of my hereditary curse has power anymore, it is then. The month where the age-old demons quietly reach their talons through the veil and try to make me dance their monkey-jig. Which, this year, I did. I had the worst, loneliest week I’d had in years. Maybe the worst since I was a confused, heartbroken teenage virgin who wanted to throw himself from a railroad bridge. (Yeah, yeah. It wasn’t that bad this time around, is what I’m trying to say. Getting through that shit DOES give you perspective.)

I thought it was over. We were going to take separate vacations, and I wasn’t sure if she’d come back. I thought maybe I’d put a mattress in the basement. Think about renting an apartment. Think about how I was going to raise my son from afar. Nothing I said was right. Nothing I did was welcome. I didn’t get anything for Valentine’s Day, not even a handshake.

And that fucking bitch of a rotten February ran out of time, and its power just melted away over the course of the weekend. For no particular reason. Hence my bewilderment at landing safe in feathers and light. When I thought it was dead-done.

She booked the vacation — off to Florida with her mother — and spent the weekend totting up activities and watching the webcam of the beach where she’d be staying. Filled herself full of sweetness and light and anticipation, and then took me to bed. All caresses and attention. Of all the things I didn’t expect. Let it be said that I still don’t understand women — I can’t argue.

Then, Sunday, her mother called and offered to watch the sprog so that I could go in her place. Whaaaaa…?

I’m torn about this, funny enough. More about that later. I’m bone-weary and pleasantly confuzzled. My head is full of feathers. They come out when I sneeze. I need to curl up under them and dream of what to do next. How to weave the skein back into place. It can’t be as easy as getting on a plane, can it?

edit: oh, by the way, OD is doing that thing where it doesn’t update bookmarks again. edit your entries and monkey with the title, after you post ’em. it seems to work.

Jigger

March 4, 2013

So…good, right? Get on the plane, get on the plane!

ElvenAssassin

March 5, 2013

Mmm, maybe not so easy as that, but feet planted firmly in the right direction. <plucks a feather from out of his hair, and tucks it under her pillow>

Shedhabit

MMmmm some beach, some pina coladas, oh yeah, you’ll be fine. Beats a mattress in the basement, that’s for sure.

RYN: I very nearly laughsnorted at work. Thanks for that.

Avalon

I hope this was a real turning point for you both. Some time together, away from kid and life, the freedom to focus on each other for a while – go for it!

here is no why

sometimes a change of scenery can do wonders for mental health and gaining clarity. i know that personally i grow accustomed to the background noise and fall into the same mental patterns. once the noise is altered i feel forced to think differently.

the fourth son

March 6, 2013

Mary & Max. r: Since I feel like I’m on the Moon half the time, dust and shadow, I’m going to go with the Eagle. Then again, I am pisces…

I probably would have done the same thing! He has a way of making me tell him things I would normally keep inside. Oh, and thank you! (:

March 9, 2013

RYN: Eventually, I am hoping yes, but I don’t have anyone to take a picture for me…other than random strangers in the pub. I did not realize people would just take pictures without asking, but they do. Weird. But maybe there will be a group shot over St. Patrick’s Day, or at least National Tartan Day. It’s a pretty good look, if I do say so.

Also, “Lady-Kilter” might be a half-decent derby name.

firebabe

March 11, 2013

Women…they are crazy, yes? Yes. *grin*

OoOOoooh. Check out your Friends Of page. That is a lot more telling than the bookmarks page, because most people automatically add you to both.

hoops

March 12, 2013

ryn: well worth picking up again. the subsequent stories are really good–especially now that you can read them back to back to back as one story instead of waiting for one a year like I do now. They’re meant to be read all at once and are a lot better read that way. I’ve gone back and re-read them and enjoyed them much more on the re-read for that reason.

You’re the only one that understood. Thank you. *

Narrator

This might be the only time of year that Florida is bearable, so going is a thought. You could featherdream and ponder in Florida.

March 15, 2013

RYN: I hear you because I LUVS MAH MAYO! But…it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be once I got into the groove of it. Aaaaaand…I only had to do it for three weeks. You can do anything for three weeks if you end up feeling better for doing it. *grin*

Achaia

I hope that everything worked out for you.

March 19, 2013

RYN: I’m so excited!! This will be my third time seeing them, but my first time at Terminal 5, so I don’t know what to expect. I do know it’s general admission, so I’m hoping to get as close as I can!

March 20, 2013

RYN: Sitting on the floor, third from the right. Brown hair; black wheels; blue and green zebra-socks. (Or tiger. Difficult to say.)

RYN: Thank you. *

March 21, 2013

RYN: Ha ha, nice work. And that’s the dialed-back version–I, uh, show a lot of teeth. Looks a little crazy if I don’t rein it in.