"Inspirations"....February 12, 2000

"Inspirations"....February 12, 2000

Late Evening...

...and after a refreshing, candle lit, soft music in background tub, I find myself inspired to type a few lines. I feel a pressing need to grab hold of the inspiration tightly, for I fear that my exhausted mental state may force its surrender quickly.

I find myself in solitude again this evening thanks to "A Night Out With The Girls", the girls in question being The Goddess, Rhiannon, and Freda. It is not a pleasant, desired solitude, nevertheless. I was supposed to spend some rare, quality male bonding time with my bro, Lowlandz. The evening had been planned since early this week, and I was both needing and looking forward to it. Moo, on the other hand, had other plans.

Earlier today, The Goddess and I had the privilege of attending Alyx's son's birthday party. Next to Pookie, his son is one of the most endearing little fellas I have had the honour of encountering. With big blue eyes, bright blonde hair, and the same wit as his father, who could not resist spending time with this child?

Although a good time was had by The Goddess and me, we were somewhat disconcerted during the afternoon's activities for fear of what we would return home to. Thanks to a fit like only Quincy is capable of (for reasons I will not even waste my time getting into), she recanted on looking after Moo for us while we were at the party. Our unsettled feelings were not unjustified.

When we got home, we were greeted with plant soil being spread from the second floor to the first, the curtains ripped from their place over the kitchen windows, paint chips all over the kitchen floor from the back door, which was scrapped and gouged, and our ceremonial feathers, having previously occupied a space on the wall, chewed to bits. If Moo did not anticipate trouble prior to our return, she knew she was in it deep after she was disciplined and timed out for two hours. I had resolved to her being ostracized much longer, but my resolve wans quickly from stolen glances into those perpetually sad brown eyes, made even sadder when she is in trouble. And all the while, Reekie has this "What a good boy am I" expression on his face. However, even after she was through being disciplined, I could not partake in a guys' night feeling safe that all was well at home.

Please forgive me, Low.

However, the day is coming to an end on a more pleasant note. I received this email from Freda a bit earlier this evening:

...I came to work to work and have been reading your journal entries for hours!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You're an increadible writer. I can't pull myself away. You and I have too have a SERIOUS discussion about what you should be doing with this talent. I have sat in my dark little office space and laughed out loud, cried, .......... I can't believe it has taken me this long to get into your journal. I'm such a shit...

I received a similar compliment from Lowlandz during our recent dinner party. Aside from how flattered I felt then, and feel at this moment, all I can articulate is that you are not a shit, Freda. You, like a tiny handful of others, including my brother Lowlandz, and of course The Goddess, are my constant inspiration. The joy you add to my life encourages and allows me to partake in something I truly enjoy. If what I write returns that joy in even a miniscule way, or comes close to giving justice to just how remarkable you are, then the honour is all mine....

....Blessed Be...