Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Tooth Fairy

Rainy nights were the worst part of this gig. Silk tights didn’t protect legs from the scratches of crinoline when you were soaked to the bone and the weight of your skirts makes it stick to your legs and scratch.

It doesn’t help that you need to wait until all the house lights are out making sure that everyone has gone to bed. The magic didn’t work well enough to make your footfall silent or hide the sound of the crinoline.

When she chose this from the jobs she was offered after her transcendence she has expect magic to make her small, able to fly through windows and easily extract the tooth from under the pillow. Just like the stories that she had heard as a child before she even knew about transcendence.

That is not the case. Now that the lights are out she can tiptoe to the door with an arcane utterance that took her days to learn to pronounce the door opened quietly.  Once through the door it shut behind her. Another utterance and she would be dry she needed to concentrate as it was a more difficult word and she often said it too loudly to compensate for her unease with it. It came out as “grumph” and nothing happened. She shivered with the damp and hoped that the puddle that was forming beneath her would clear up with the last bit of magic she would do to erase all traces of her in the house other than the kids room. She took out a small glowing orb from her glittery satchel. It was dry. She had worried as the last time it got wet it lead her to every tooth in the house weather it was still in a mouth or a pair of grandma’s dentures soaking in a cup on the back of the toilet.

She unlaced her glittery high tops so that she could walk quietly through the house without the squish squish coming from of the wet shoes to wake the family. Once she stood up the stone glowed blue and felt icy to her touch. At first this silent game of hot or cold with a rock was fun. Now it was trying, arrows would be so much better.  She began to slowly walk toward the stairs hearing the rhythmic breathing of people upstairs asleep. It was nice to walk bare foot on carpet. In the trancendants village there was no carpet in any of the houses. She had been told that it was “an unnecessary luxury for people who would be staying for a short term”.  She had been there for 5 years and many others had been there much longer.

As she wandered toward the back of the house the stone in her hand began to slowly warm in her hands begining to change from blue to purple.

Note: I wrote this more than a year ago and I just came across it and I still like it it seems though I did not post it. Since the little boy just lost his second tooth it seemed like a good time. -V

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Problem geeky parenting

Both of my children have been brought up on legos. Much of our legos are star wars legos.

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After the gifts are opened for birthdays and christmases it is time to assemble the latest lego set. But that is not the problem.

You see some where along the line we taught our youngest that after assembly, disassembly was possible. Rarely have our lego sets remained together.

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And now all plastic things that are assembled coming out of the box are believed to be things that can be taken apart as well. I just pray that the constant mantra of not all things are meant to come apart after you put them together will sink in before he breaks something really nice.

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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

a snippet

When she passed him at other times he would allow him self a small small while his eyes danced and he would open his eyes more widely and slightly raise his eyebrows. This small quick expression spoke of a lust and desire that would make her heart skip a beat and once made her stumble.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Sad Fan Girl

When I was a little girl I sat down to watch a TV show. I was in England.

There was a man in an incredible long scarf and a cheeky woman and a robot dog. I was besotted.

The was the throbbing wooshes and the phone box would appear and another adventure would begin.

I was so exited when they brought it back 5 years ago. A new face a new companion, and then another face and there suddenly was Sarah Jane as Cheeky as ever only a little older a little more mature and she still had the robot dog It may have been one episode but then it wasn't She got her own show. She acquired a son and ran around saved the earth from aliens.

I hear a fifth season was planned.

It won't happen now.

Sarah jane will be missed
So will Elizabeth her alter ego.

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Monday, April 18, 2011

Eyelash

For years she had done this little trick and it had worked but she was out of practice.

Things had gotten busy and she had stopped looking in the mirror for the stray eyelash on her cheek. She had even stopped gently plucking them off her children’s cheeks when she saw them. All it was was making a wish a simple wish. So why was she still standing her afraid to breath afraid to blow this little crescent of hair off her finger. 

Wishes weren’t real and the ones she wanted couldn’t be granted. So what would be the harm. If she wished for them to come back they couldn’t and wouldn’t she couldn’t ever change their departure, gone for ever. The note on the chart from the doctor only confirmed what she had know for a long time, it was part of him it always had been. She couldn't turn back the time the age on her face would on grow, surgery or not she was getting older they all were.

One dark slender curve delicately balanced on her finger one blow and one wish. She felt a sharp intake of breath and she knew what she needed. With a rush of air from her lips the lash flew away and was lost. Her heart brimmed with hope and a smile crept on to her face. It felt as if it may work again even just for a little while.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Loss and love

The first word that just came to mind were “fuck a duck”

Well at least it rhymes.

I know I am blathering some coherent some nice prose. In days to come it will get better

My eyes are more red and puffy than they have been because of my cold, they have now been further exasperated by sobbing and wiping the tears away.

I keep finding myself holding my breath, I don’t think it is intentional and I know I need to remember to breath but every so off I feel it catch hard. It is kind of a shock and I remember why and cry again. It is not a cry I have felt before today. It is hard soul wrenching.


So much is caught up in this. Love and hope that are now lost. Future plans never to be made.

Worst of all having to be the one to call or write to others to tell them, The silence the anger the tears, none of it and all of it directed at me. My words have helped to break some hearts but it really is not fault of my own. They know I am as hurt as they are but it really doesn’t help.

While I wait for it to get better I clean and I hug my family.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Day 17...

Sorry I am pissy about all of this. 

Today I spent a lot of time at my computer. I was watching things unfold in Madison, filled with the pride at thoes who stand up for their rights, guilt because I was home sucking on my own mini-crisis instead of being with them and horrified at the indifference the people that have pledged to up hold the state looks at them. 

The whole time I knit or fought the cat over computer cords and knitting needles. So I finished one coaster, made a temporary anti cat cord protection system (Ok that is a year holder/trainer that I called into service) 
Tonight I took my pictures. We are foggy tonight. I hope that comes through in the pictures it is a blanket that covers us making all quiet.

My kids are off school tomorrow. We will make some signs to support their teachers and nurses our garbage men and our snow plow drivers....

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