The Contents of a Tesseract

It has been a while. I have good excuses, though.

My husband took our two children to his family reunion this past weekend. I enjoy his family, but saw this as a chance to have some time by myself. Sadly, I spent most of it moping that they weren’t here. I did manage to get some costuming done during the days, but at night, it was much too quiet for me. After 8 years of marriage, living by yourself all alone is a horrible experience. The dogs didn’t help, either. They barked at every rabbit and squirrel that made any noise. My friends DID help, and made the weekend go by much faster. I don’t think I ever want to do that again. At least for five days in a row.

When they returned, I thought Roo would never stop hugging me. He really missed me a lot. Bunny did, too, but was more about how grown up she acted and told me about all of her adventures with her teenage cousins.

Roo grew more and more whiny, and I thought it was just fatigue. Being in a car for 12 hours can be hard on anyone, let alone a 3 year old boy. But he woke up in the middle of the night with a 103 fever. He’s been ill for the last 3 days, and today seems bouncier, but not totally well. Bunny shows no sign of illness at all, which is why we took Roo to the doctor’s yesterday, but were told that he just has a viral infection. yay. So I’ve had to cancel pretty much everything I was going to do this week. You know what? I don’t really care. They are HOME. That’s what matters.

I’m not really sure how it happened.

I am a progressive woman, and my husband’s all about sharing the workload around the house. So how is it that I just packed a suitcase for HIS trip to Ohio? I’ve been thinking about this for a few hours now, and these are my reasons for doing it:

He’s taking the kids with him. I am so incredibly excited about having a little vacation, that perhaps I am subconsciously trying to get him out the door that much faster by packing all of their stuff a day in advance.

Another reason that came to me is that I know he won’t do it himself, at least do it right himself. This is the man, as wonderful as I think he is, that let our oldest child go to school one day this spring wearing rainbow striped pants with a plaid TURTLEneck sweater. A purple and a yellow sock completed the ensemble. I got a note from her teacher: “You must be so proud that Bunny can dress herself.” Since we live in the south, the simple sentence spoke volumes. He means well. He was giving me a chance to sleep, which I really appreciate. I really do. But I am the “child clothes planner” now.

Lastly, I can’t stand an empty space. I packed the two kids’ outfits and a gaping third of the suitcase stared at me. Of all the outcomes I saw, the idea of Roo or Bunny filling it up with toilet paper/toy cars/barbie dolls/A DOG prompted me to act. Fill an empty space or it will be filled for you, I always say.

I don’t really know what I will do with all this free vacation time. As chaotic as it is around here, I am really going to miss the streaking after bathtime, the dancing, and that overly sweet little girl makeup smell. I wish I were going with them, even though I know I need the break. Maybe that’s the real reason I did it, so that I couldn’t put my stuff in there instead.

I wrote this for when Heather needed to get out of tight situations. Since this was a frequent occurance, what better way for a bard to calm the townsfolk than with a song?

Gently, Good Sirs!
If the Grabbing and shouting quit,
You’d see I’d never pick a Duke’s pocket!
I am a bard! I do not deign
to be a thief! I entertain!
I kindly ask you, quit your leering!
The king himself gave me this earring.
My lute? What do you need that for?
I’ve had it since I swam ashore!

Who’s this Elvis you keep on about?
Seems to me, he’s quite the lout.
So what if I have ears like his?
I have spells, too! Does that make me a wiz- ..
Ah.. NOW I’ve got your attention.
All it took was magic’s mention.

Now.. Please..
Kindly listen to my songs
Pay me as I go along
A rogue I’m not, as you can see
So with your gold please honor me
And if you hate the chords I pluck,
Remember that they bring good luck.
Good luck indeed! To all that hear
Best luck to those that offer beer!
For I am a bard!! I do no wrong.
My Name? Heather Feathersong

(also, Elvis is a friend’s ranger character. He’s quite annoying to Heather).

(written for my Bard character, Heather Feathersong)

Annnnd… we Tumble, we Rumble we Fall in a Jumble
OH what has happened here?
Tis either the very undead come alive,
Or Roscoe has had too much beer!

While walking upon a lonesome road,
A halfling I happened to spy
Twas dangling down from Furious Troll,
His fists quickly pounding its eye.

(chorus)

Another time, Roscoe’d come to court
Of King Drull, a jealous old man.
He pinched the arse of the queen to be!
And after him the whole village ran.

(chorus)

A halfing’s life is quite mundane
With Farming and quiet reprieve
‘tis prolly why the whole bloomin’ lot
Has eagerly paid him to leave!

(chorus)

Now, ye may ask “why do ye stay
With a rascally fur-footed soul?”
He saved my life a time or two
And his charm has taken it’s toll!

(chorus)

I have been all over the place looking for the name of the aritist who painted the amazing optical illusion of the ships becoming bridges below. Sadly, the places I found it on the web do not care about giving the artist credit. It isn’t Escher, Dali, Arcibolo, or Magritte. The title of the file as I got it was “illusion 2″ but I am doubtful that is the real name of the art.

I love art. I’m going to post art every once in a while, but from now on, I won’t do it unless I have the name first.

Also, I’m going to start another category for my poetry.