RedDog wrote:Coons and cats. I don't know the fight pecking order there. I've never seen a raccoon here but just assumed they must be around. (?) I know the cat of ours growing up laid waste to a weasel in our garage in Connecticut. It also removed the ear from a German Sheppard who strayed into the yard. That cAat was a machine of power but at our lake cottage in a sea of skunks was nevAer once sprayed. Ever. The dogs around the bay took it like homos in a bathhouse but our cat was one sly operator and a born killer. Any skunk getting him would have been dead in a couple minutes for his trouble.
My mother called to announce she's getting me a new car for Christmas. The transmission issue and other nagging items on the Smart will see it retired. I'm to pick something and have her billed. Looking at Mazda Miatas. Gotta have a convertible now anymore and the 2 seat choices are limited. Gotta think Florida as well of course at this point in time. I may wind up with the only 2 seat ragtop in Florida with a block heater.
Mazda's are good cars-- the RX-7 I paid cash for served Miss Emily well-- until it got T-boned crashed at Gloucester & Union back in 1996... it's funny in a very ironic way how most of Emily's problems stemmed from there.
The one X-Ray they showed me? Calcium spikes like daggers pointing at her spinal cord. At C-5... the same level Helen's neck was broken at...
Yes, the ironies abound- Emily was very much aware how if she turned into a quadriplegic or hemiplegic or Dead Wife like Helen was how much like her she would be... so she consented to the surgery that essentially broke her neck and spliced it back together again.
She was never the same after that. I blundered thru it as best I could. Don't jostle her for a year?
( Bluntly speaking? No sex- help her get around. To the bathroom & back. Later, to work & back. No, I really did not mind all of that. Helen was My Own True Love- yep, God's Own Hand that came down from the sky and shook me so very long ago...
My Miss Emily? She was my Very Best Friend. We were Pals. Really- we did go “boppin' down the street together,” elbowing each other when we saw a pretty member of the opposite sex and whispering “Hey, would you $#@! him?” And yes, we got crude & honest answers. We were pals. I sure miss that... )
It's so easy to describe how things are when they happen to you- you look back and “the words get in the way...”
I loved Emily. So tall and slender. So strong. She had a million strengths... and shore enough a million faults.
I can't say where this “thing” with Miss MaryAnn will lead or go to. I just know? I like her. Isn't that horrid? Another man's wife? Except? Death cancels the contract. Viking tells me I need to start courting her. And I guess he's right but I never did get that “courtship” business down very well.
Helen? I just laid a kiss on, naturally, when all the other guys taking her out were afraid to do it. After that? She was mine.
Emily? I liked her face. Simple as that. Went to her store. Went to her house. Ended up in her bed. There was a lot between “marry & bury” but you know what? I really did like her. A lot.
1984. “The year of living dangerously...”
Lawsuits & lovers... learned how to drive & shoot & set demolition charges. Went into the field. Yes, I did Spookwork. And yes, I was very good at it. Nearly 30 years ago.
Life? Has a rhythm & a heartbeat of its own. A great bell, tolling in the distance.
The silence when Helen quit breathing told me she had died. The CPR? The week she laid in a coma? All just “details...”
The date she really died? February 24, 1982. Her 36th birthday. Her official date of death? March 1 of that year when I shut the life support off and held my life and my love until she died...
...then I strode out into a “brave new world” that was not of my liking or making.
For a while I held Miss Emily. You do know what woke me, don't you?? Yes, my story is Cole's muzzle poking me awake and leading me to his “mommy's” cold & purple corpse on the toilet...
But what really woke me was?
The silence. The utter silence a house makes when one of the two dies.
I have... seen so many things I wish I could unsee. The eyeballs on the windshield are the least of them.
CCL™ can be translated into cute or crazy... I suspect the wagging tongues on the Island lean to the latter. Me? The first. I've never cared what people said about me & mine anyway.
I think I love her. Yes, just a little. It hasn't reached the go crazy, roll around & fall asleep together stage and it may not. That's up to her. But I do like her. A lot.
“See where it goes...”
Plain truth. Don't like it? Don't read it. Helen was a bolt of Fire. Emily? Wind... MaryAnn? Can't say yet. Might be nothing... might be Earth, or The Sea.
“Sea where it goes...”