143 visions of the future // fathers' day
At exactly 7:45 pm yesterday the sun did whatever it is that the sun does here on the solstice, which makes it officially summer now. The question of or not the celestial bodies here even exist is still up for debate, but pocket dimensions can be tricky things. I wonder what world we're borrowing the sky from? It certainly looks like Earth's - perhaps some of us are closer to home than we realize. Whatever the case, it's strange to watch snow fall on a summer's day. The sky is the wrong shade of blue and it's not dark until ten o' clock; it's entirely surreal if you're paying attention.
Not that I'm complaining; the snowball fight was fun, and I managed to get the furnace replaced at a very strange hour of the night. I forgot that the City does this, so I ended up putting it off until the last minute - how irresponsible of me. I hope nobody else has been caught unprepared? That could be dangerous, with so many already ill.
I'm not affected by whatever is to be going around today, it seems. My own father must have understandably declared himself relieved of his duties and hasn't seen fit to visit. It's not what it sounds like - I think it's more like a rite of passage. When you get to be a certain age and have become an entirely different person from the one your parents created, having re-made yourself bit by bit, I think it is permissible for their responsibility for the whole mess to be waived. At least, in my father's case I feel that this is so. My mother still has some things to answer for. Even so, I will honor his memory today because if I did not have him to look up to at some point I don't think I'd be where I am now, for better or for worse.
Belated thanks go to Sherlock Holmes and anyone else for humoring an overly-curious child last weekend. I'd especially like to thank Dr. Brennan for being dense as usual so very frank. ♥ I learned what I needed to, but I still think there is something to be said for the subtle and cryptic approach.
That said, I have some things to see to today. With Negi gone, the Bridge of Birds has lost a co-owner and at least half of its flailiness. I'm going to miss him, but I am also going to panic slightly because I have no idea what I'm doing with a store. When he was here, our ineptitudes complimented each other such that things ran smoothly at least three-fourths of the time, with only occasional disasters. I couldn't expect to replace him, so I don't think I'm going to try. Umi, Syaoran - you will very likely be getting some more responsibilities in the future.
[ Who knows how Clow keeps getting into this apartment unnoticed, but the mun is handwaving it because he's Clow Reed so he could probably find a way if he wanted. Or maybe he had help from people who live there, whatever you guys wanna assume. Whatever the case, he steals down the hall trying not to be seen or heard wearing the elaborate robes of a king until he gets to Sakura's room. He hesitates a moment before knocking - apparitions don't knock, but he wants to be polite - and patiently waits for an answer. ]
Not that I'm complaining; the snowball fight was fun, and I managed to get the furnace replaced at a very strange hour of the night. I forgot that the City does this, so I ended up putting it off until the last minute - how irresponsible of me. I hope nobody else has been caught unprepared? That could be dangerous, with so many already ill.
I'm not affected by whatever is to be going around today, it seems. My own father must have understandably declared himself relieved of his duties and hasn't seen fit to visit. It's not what it sounds like - I think it's more like a rite of passage. When you get to be a certain age and have become an entirely different person from the one your parents created, having re-made yourself bit by bit, I think it is permissible for their responsibility for the whole mess to be waived. At least, in my father's case I feel that this is so. My mother still has some things to answer for. Even so, I will honor his memory today because if I did not have him to look up to at some point I don't think I'd be where I am now, for better or for worse.
Belated thanks go to Sherlock Holmes and anyone else for humoring an overly-curious child last weekend. I'd especially like to thank Dr. Brennan for being dense as usual so very frank. ♥ I learned what I needed to, but I still think there is something to be said for the subtle and cryptic approach.
That said, I have some things to see to today. With Negi gone, the Bridge of Birds has lost a co-owner and at least half of its flailiness. I'm going to miss him, but I am also going to panic slightly because I have no idea what I'm doing with a store. When he was here, our ineptitudes complimented each other such that things ran smoothly at least three-fourths of the time, with only occasional disasters. I couldn't expect to replace him, so I don't think I'm going to try. Umi, Syaoran - you will very likely be getting some more responsibilities in the future.
[ Who knows how Clow keeps getting into this apartment unnoticed, but the mun is handwaving it because he's Clow Reed so he could probably find a way if he wanted. Or maybe he had help from people who live there, whatever you guys wanna assume. Whatever the case, he steals down the hall trying not to be seen or heard wearing the elaborate robes of a king until he gets to Sakura's room. He hesitates a moment before knocking - apparitions don't knock, but he wants to be polite - and patiently waits for an answer. ]