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joegodaPockets had found a hollow tree on the north side of the Ridges to hide away and sleep. He dreamed a dream of a thing he had not done, but knew that he would have, if he had been there.
"Happy Birthday Susi!", they all chimed in.
Pockets was happy. It was an odd feeling as he was usually content, but rarely happy. He was even singing. Of course, he may have had a bit too much to drink, he may have been a bit too playful and that woman.. Bob.. well. He had to keep looking at her face, because if he didn't his eyes would not have stopped moving for a very long time.
His cheeks were numb, which told him that he had too much to drink, for sure and true. He remembered, painfully, the first time he had that much to drink, and had Bags test his theory of alcohol and pain tolerance. Bags loved to tell the tale of knocking Pockets through a pub window and asking if Pockets could feel anything yet. If it had not have been for Griz there might have been serious damage.
Bruce, the love of Susi's life had thrown together a little shindig at Swineheart's. Susi was the guest of honor, and except for one of the members of Queen's Gamboni, all were assembled. Singing was done and loving was had, on a gentle, gentle note.
Pockets felt at home. He felt at peace. Here were people that could accept him for all his oddities, for all his eccentricities. He talked with Michelle, the lovely wife of Bill The Tailor, whom, it was rumored made magical clothes that never wore out, and never stained. Michelle and Bill had traveled all the way from a magical place they called The Village of Shopkeepers. Pockets was captivated by Michelle's eyes, and he was entranced by the concept of making cloth that never wore out.
Most importantly, there was something about the way Bill played his guitar, something in his voice that took Pockets back to a childhood he never had, a simpler time when life was not scrabbling for a living, having to figure each puzzle out and he could simply be.... a child.
Grizelda sang with Bruce and the harmony made Pockets smile with tears. Grizelda never thought her voice was very good, but the lubrication of the ale had loosened her tongue and Pockets dearly loved Grizelda's voice, and was glad she decided to let it fly. He was doubly glad that Bruce had provided the instrument for that flight.
Oh my, the people he met, and the things he talked about. In his dream, he couldn't remember all of them.. Craig, Fairy o' fire.. Kevin, the pipest... The harpist, and eccentric himself that kept Pockets attention, as he dearly loved the harp.
It was a wonderful time that Pockets had as he dreamed. And Susi, the Queen herself, the binder and gatherer. For a brief instant, Pockets looked at her in his dreaming and felt that he had found a long lost relative. She looked radiant, and had earned every single of the twenty years of thirty two years experience.
He turned in his sleep, smiling, a tear running down one cheek. Pockets felt, for the first time since he had met Grizelda, that his family had suddenly grown larger.
He felt, not loved... he felt Love, with a capital Ell. This was what life was all about.
Pockets says "Thank you to all of you. I had a wonderful time, and I don't think the feeling will be duplicated any time soon. Happy Birthday, Susi!"
Joegoda echoes the thought.
"Happy Birthday Susi!", they all chimed in.
Pockets was happy. It was an odd feeling as he was usually content, but rarely happy. He was even singing. Of course, he may have had a bit too much to drink, he may have been a bit too playful and that woman.. Bob.. well. He had to keep looking at her face, because if he didn't his eyes would not have stopped moving for a very long time.
His cheeks were numb, which told him that he had too much to drink, for sure and true. He remembered, painfully, the first time he had that much to drink, and had Bags test his theory of alcohol and pain tolerance. Bags loved to tell the tale of knocking Pockets through a pub window and asking if Pockets could feel anything yet. If it had not have been for Griz there might have been serious damage.
Bruce, the love of Susi's life had thrown together a little shindig at Swineheart's. Susi was the guest of honor, and except for one of the members of Queen's Gamboni, all were assembled. Singing was done and loving was had, on a gentle, gentle note.
Pockets felt at home. He felt at peace. Here were people that could accept him for all his oddities, for all his eccentricities. He talked with Michelle, the lovely wife of Bill The Tailor, whom, it was rumored made magical clothes that never wore out, and never stained. Michelle and Bill had traveled all the way from a magical place they called The Village of Shopkeepers. Pockets was captivated by Michelle's eyes, and he was entranced by the concept of making cloth that never wore out.
Most importantly, there was something about the way Bill played his guitar, something in his voice that took Pockets back to a childhood he never had, a simpler time when life was not scrabbling for a living, having to figure each puzzle out and he could simply be.... a child.
Grizelda sang with Bruce and the harmony made Pockets smile with tears. Grizelda never thought her voice was very good, but the lubrication of the ale had loosened her tongue and Pockets dearly loved Grizelda's voice, and was glad she decided to let it fly. He was doubly glad that Bruce had provided the instrument for that flight.
Oh my, the people he met, and the things he talked about. In his dream, he couldn't remember all of them.. Craig, Fairy o' fire.. Kevin, the pipest... The harpist, and eccentric himself that kept Pockets attention, as he dearly loved the harp.
It was a wonderful time that Pockets had as he dreamed. And Susi, the Queen herself, the binder and gatherer. For a brief instant, Pockets looked at her in his dreaming and felt that he had found a long lost relative. She looked radiant, and had earned every single of the twenty years of thirty two years experience.
He turned in his sleep, smiling, a tear running down one cheek. Pockets felt, for the first time since he had met Grizelda, that his family had suddenly grown larger.
He felt, not loved... he felt Love, with a capital Ell. This was what life was all about.
Pockets says "Thank you to all of you. I had a wonderful time, and I don't think the feeling will be duplicated any time soon. Happy Birthday, Susi!"
Joegoda echoes the thought.
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Date: 2006-08-13 02:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-08-15 05:02 am (UTC)It was a pleasant surprise when you walked in on Sunday morning. I'm afraid I already was thinking towards the week to come and I may not have been as pleasant as I should have been.
Pockets mentioned your voice in his story and I agree, you have a lovely voice. There are so many sopranos, that it is even more wonderful to hear a warm alto. Thank you for singing. :)
Off to bed for me. A couple of wee ones will have me up earlier than I would prefer to be.
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Date: 2006-08-15 01:19 pm (UTC)You were just fine on Sunday morning, it was a treat to see everyone again basking in the after glow of the night before. You have quite a week ahead this week it is more than understandable that you would get a bit pre-occupied. I will be sending thoughts and prayers your way especially on Thursday!
Thank you for such kind words, I dearly LOVE to sing. Even if it's just do doo doing along when I don't know the words! I'm glad it added to the mix and didn't detract too much.*giggle*
I remember those early morning wake ups, sometimes they make you groan with weariness they are so early.. but just know there will come a day when you miss that pitter patter of little feet coming to your bedside at the crack of dawn.. My baby boy turns 21 today! It seems like only yesterday he was poking his nose in my face..."Momma you 'wake?"
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Date: 2006-08-13 09:03 pm (UTC)"The family is one of nature's masterpieces."
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Date: 2006-08-13 09:17 pm (UTC)Last night was so magical and you describe it so very well...that's a description of me that I will greatly treasure for a long time to come. ...he had found a long lost relative. You know I feel that way, too.
It pleases me beyond measure that you felt so comfortable and at home. You indeed have family who loves you here. It pleases me beyond measure when my friends become friends, makes me indescribably happy.
I think this may have been the best birthday yet, I really do.
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Date: 2006-08-14 04:35 am (UTC)I was so comfortable there, and everyone was so accepting of everyone that I found myself wanting to go, "Brother, Brother, Sister, Sister, I share water with thee." And there were some that I wouldn't mind growing closer with. However, being the misogynist I am, I doubt I would admit it in public.
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Date: 2006-08-14 12:05 pm (UTC)And yeah, you were a pretty damned charming misogynist.... *giggle* The bushmills....riiight. You were quite the hit of the party.
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Date: 2006-08-14 01:46 am (UTC)Hugs
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Date: 2006-08-14 04:37 am (UTC)And you.. you just keep them eyes a'shining, as they are the lamps of your soul
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Date: 2006-08-14 02:02 pm (UTC)We spent some time on the drive home going through songs that might go on his CD. He most definitely wants to do one, time and money are the only things that stand in the way. I like the idea of a live version anyway. He's got that gift of becoming one with his audience and it shows in his music. I am very proud to be his wife on many levels.
Btw, sometime you need to hear his version of Ernie's "I'd Like to Visit the Moon." Tears every time and a favorite here.
I will go back and read more of your stories as I can. Grab a cup of Lady Grey when the kids are quiet and go read.
I grok you too. *hugs*
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Date: 2006-08-15 04:25 am (UTC)Mom has since become a quadriplegic in Indiana, a victim of her own drunken undoing.
I thought about not using it. I thought for... maybe 2 minutes, which is pretty darn slow for me. I made the decision to use it because it's whimsical. Sort of like Willnill, the contraction for Willy Nilly. I also figured that Mom, bless her heart, for all she had done, gave me fantasy and wouldn't mind if I plagerized her a bit.
So... I hope Bill doesn't mind if I refer to him as Willbill, because it's quite possible I'll actually vocally call him that, specially if I'm not quite Chester, and more Pockets.
Tim, my good friend, also known as Bags, has suggested that I create a web page for my stories, that way folks can read them at their leisure and not have to wade through months of archives.
And so I will. The link will be posted in the next few days.
He also suggested that I might just create some drinking songs to be sung in my pubs, now that I have three of them in my various stories. *sigh* It's a curse, and a blessing.
Hope to see you some time in the future.. both of you! And I suspect that Bill and I have quite a bit in common, if I were to guess.
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Date: 2006-08-15 04:53 am (UTC)No, it didn't bother him a bit. It brought a chuckle which is a good thing. If you go back through Wm's journal a bit (January of this year specifically) you'll find some about his past, issues with his parents, etc. From what I can tell so far, I do believe you two have much in common. I don't really feel that this is the place to talk about his past, other than what he's written. Feel free to email me anytime though - mjmorris at seamlyne dot com.
I'm looking forward to reading your stories and other writings. I immediately felt at home and comfortable reading your story from the other night. It made me want to turn the page and keep reading.
I've heard Wm speak of curses/blessings. It's what helps to make one unique though.
Are you coming up to KC at all during the run of faire? We are planning on going to the Handfasting. Wm will be involved in White Hart and I'll be tagging along when I can. I'm sure we'll see each other soon. The world is getting smaller everyday.
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Date: 2006-08-14 12:07 pm (UTC)You'll meet lots of his friends there, too. And at least one of 'em, we reallyreallyreally hope, we'll all get to finally meet in person next fall at the wedding!
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Date: 2006-08-15 11:39 pm (UTC)*grin* It's a conspiracy!
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Date: 2006-08-14 05:55 am (UTC)I'm part of your memories...that makes me immortal!
As long as we are not forgotten we are never truly gone.
Was a joy and a privilege...and know that no bum is safe when the Hilton Hammers come out!
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Date: 2006-08-14 03:12 pm (UTC)Loved the hug, expect more. In the mail. Small unmarked packages. Plain brown wrapper.
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Date: 2006-08-14 02:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-14 03:13 pm (UTC)*giggles*
Date: 2006-08-14 10:52 pm (UTC)Could a pea be a pixie? Because I think that would be me, or maybe I would just be made out of peas. The LeSeur sort of pea, because those are the best, even if they're not exactly a pretty shade of green. :) But they do come in a pretty can.
I think I need to go home now. To eat some peas. :P
Re: *giggles*
Date: 2006-08-15 04:30 am (UTC)Round is not bad, it's wonderful! Every one that is a female in my world is round in one form or another. Grizelda, whom Pockets loves more than life itself is not a petite woman, nor is Sherry, whom Chester loves more than life itself.
Round is very, very, very good (that is 3 verys)!
Re: *giggles*
Date: 2006-08-15 01:24 pm (UTC)Re: *giggles*
Date: 2006-08-15 03:05 pm (UTC)*makes note to remember all you've said*
:)