Sunday, February 11th 1:00 1:20pm
Candice and Sandi
Candice: I can’t believe Madam called us in to work a double shift.
Sandi: We knew after the third movie came out the dungeon would get busier again.
Candice:(sighs) Yeah. Oh well. My favourite new client is coming in tonight.
Sandi: Justin?
Candice nods happily.
Sandi: Really like him, do you?
Candice: Kinda.
Sandi: I’m happy for you.
Candice: Thanks. So what’s going on with the preacher these days? Not working yet?
Sandi: Nope.
Candice: I’m surprised he hasn’t asked you to quit. Or have you brought him over to the dark side?
Sandi: (snorts) Whichever, I just wish he’d decide what he wants to do. I don’t mind being the breadwinner ‘n’ all, but he’s been miserable sitting around doing nothing ever since we got married.
Candice: Tell him to get involved with a group for wayward souls. God knows we get enough of those at work.
Sandi: The scared and the curious.
Candice: And now the Ana-wannabes.
Sandi:(rolls eyes) Yep. You may have something there.
I was both surprised and happy to find that my friend Bee is hosting her February prompt, Love Is In Da Blog again this year! If you’re looking for prompts, check out her blog here!
When I think about the word “devotion,” my mind immediately goes to single-minded love and romance. But then, Merriam-Webster dictionary actually states this:
obsolete: the object of one’s devotion
Who knew this definition was obsolete?
Yet it’s true, the term is much broader than that. I’m devoted to my kids–all three of them. I’m devoted to my friends, both offline and on. I’m devoted to my writing, my career in editing, and my blog. I’m devoted to caring for my dog … the cat slightly less, because perhaps he’s less devoted to me. That, and he’s not my cat. He’s my son’s and will move with him if he ever moves out.
Which begs the question is it possible to be devoted to someone (or something) that’s not devoted back? Absolutely. That can get rather frustrating, though, in a “but why are you leaving me” sort of way. In the case of the kids, that’s usually inevitable.
Do we throw the word devotion around too liberally? Perhaps. Makes you think about what you’re truly devoted to though, doesn’t it?
Saturday, January 13th, 8:00pm
Drommen (and Andrea)
Drommen sits at the window. Andrea takes the seat beside him.
Drommen: Good evening.
Andrea: Hey, I know you. We, like, sat together before. How you been doing?
Drommen: Not bad thanks, and you?
Andrea: (sighs) I’m so in love.
Drommen: Good for you!
Andrea: Not really. I, like, met him at New Year’s? And I haven’t seen him since. I was hoping I’d find him on the bus. That’s where I met him the first time. You meet some, like, really interesting people on the bus.
Drommen: That’s true.
Andrea: Anyways, I don’t suppose you’ve seen him? He’s pretty tall, skinny, and, like, drop-dead gorgeous, and he has really sharp fangs.
Drommen: Were you drunk on New Year’s Eve by any chance?
Thursday, January 4th, 3:00pm
Drommen and Francine
Francine: Why are you so pissed off at me?
Drommen:(stares at her silently for a moment) I’m picking you up from the hospital and you’re insisting on going back to that hovel you live in. That’s why. Did I not say I’d take care of you?
Francine: I don’t want to be a burden.
Drommen: People you love are never a burden.
Francine: Fine. I’ll move in with you. Is that what you want?
Ah, the end of a busy day. I’m sitting here with a glass of liquid love–the first bottle of wine I’ve opened in a long time. It’s red. Cabernet Franc, my favourite.
I started writing this post at 11:55pm, so it’s going to be a Stream of Consciousness Sunday for me. I come by it honestly, though. I’ve only been kid-free for an hour, and it’s been an hour of me-time. So what have I been doing all day? Let me tell you.
I took Alex to see the movie Wonder, and it was, indeed, wonderful. It’s the first time he’s ever sat through a movie without asking to go home part-way through. He related to it–he related to the main character, Auggie. To Auggie’s many hospitalizations, and to his being set apart from kids who should, by rights, be his peers. Although Alex has his Deaf friends and teachers at school who treat him like just another kid, I suppose he’s the polar opposite of Auggie, being treated well outside of school. To the kids in our neighbourhood, Alex is the outcast. If this makes no sense, I apologize. See the movie. Know this is real life, for us.
Anyway, Alex thoroughly enjoyed the movie and so did I. After we came home, and after our ritual (yes, ritual, because my autistic son, Chris, wouldn’t go a weekend without it) McDonald’s feast, we put up our Christmas tree. I have to say I’m loving the new lights we have this year. I can change the colour to suit my mood. As we put the tree up–Alex, his eldest brother and his fiancé, and I–we discussed the difference in the classic white being the calm, sane side of our family (HA!) versus the coloured chaos, which is more the norm in our house.
The lights are more off-white–more warm than this. I’ll try to post a more accurate picture on Instagram.
I’m out of liquid love in my glass. One more, methinks, and then off to bed. In the morning it will be another liquid love, less of the liquor kind and more to do with caffeine. Mmmm…
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