Oasis
I just returned from Willoughby Park.
That's a small clearing behind my in-laws house here in Angier, North Carolina.
We sat there with hard cider and had the usual laughs. The pine tree they planted in my name is growing fast.
I've been (re-)reading _Darkness, I_ by Tanith Lee. Tanith Lee is particularly well suited for where most people are not.
We planted a small cedar tree in Donna's memory.
I could write volumes about what it felt like to buy and bury it, but I won't. Nobody cares. Not even Donna, which is one of the reasons why I cared about her, even when she stopped caring about herself. Mina wears Aunt Donna's silver watch now, which looks lovely on her.
Very little has changed in this house over the years, visit after visit after visit, which is actually preferable. I can always count on a handful of people and a long stretch of cold silence. That is, unless you count the crickets by day.
Happy Anniversary, John and Julie. We thought and spoke about you often.
Tonight is a quiet anniversary of my own: my tenth year in the Temple of Set.
Better here than in Houston, or (especially) New Orleans.
No place like home.
That's a small clearing behind my in-laws house here in Angier, North Carolina.
We sat there with hard cider and had the usual laughs. The pine tree they planted in my name is growing fast.
I've been (re-)reading _Darkness, I_ by Tanith Lee. Tanith Lee is particularly well suited for where most people are not.
We planted a small cedar tree in Donna's memory.
I could write volumes about what it felt like to buy and bury it, but I won't. Nobody cares. Not even Donna, which is one of the reasons why I cared about her, even when she stopped caring about herself. Mina wears Aunt Donna's silver watch now, which looks lovely on her.
Very little has changed in this house over the years, visit after visit after visit, which is actually preferable. I can always count on a handful of people and a long stretch of cold silence. That is, unless you count the crickets by day.
Happy Anniversary, John and Julie. We thought and spoke about you often.
Tonight is a quiet anniversary of my own: my tenth year in the Temple of Set.
Better here than in Houston, or (especially) New Orleans.
No place like home.