Thursday, April 28, 2016


The house is clean and organized for pictures.

Today and this weekend, the front and back yards will be cleaned for visitors, as will the inside of the house and the inside-outside of all windows.

It is raining today, a slow steady rain that started just before 7am. I put the Danger! Glass! Sign on the garbage before 7am. I called and talked to a woman from the garbage company and she assured me that it would all be removed today.

Everyone is asleep, so I am writing.

I am pleased but nervous about the state of the house. I think painting the trim and the window sills will do the house a world of good, as will putting down the molding. I'm not sure what we need to do now, so I will pray and listen, and listen and pray.

I turned the heat on again yesterday, that seems important to mention.

I took two days off work to get the house to the state it is currently in. This weekend, we are taking MANY boxes over to our friends' house, and bless them for holding our things while we find a new place to live.

This weekend, my plan, in addition to the painting, is to start in the basement and work my way up, cleaning and organizing as I go. There will be fast and slow spots, as with any activity, and I am looking forward to a deep clean, like that. My son will help! He loves to help, asks all the time how and if he can help and I will always find a way to let him help, because that is the best thing in the world, I think.

Grocery shopping this weekend, too. Lots to do. The deep clean may start today, and we'll call for another big trash load pick up the following week, too.

My son is awake!

Monday, April 25, 2016

Gaan Tender, Take two.

At twenty-eight years old, he started grinding his teeth. If asked, he would shrug, and smile and say thank goodness for socialized dental care.

At twenty-eight years old, he started waking, sweating, to the pounding on the floor of his apartment. His neighbors shouting angrily, or with concern, in a language he did not speak well, and certainly not in the deep hours of the night. The language of the country he was living in. Not the country his family was living in.

If he, Gaan Tender, did not get up when he woke up, he felt tired the entire day. This had always been the case with him. He learned to adjust his schedule accordingly.

Gaan Paul Tender. His mother a gardener, his father drunk, but decidedly the one to give him his first name. Spindly, tall, black, scarred, missing two fingers. Working third shift and driving a stick shift pick up truck. Smile like a January sun burst in Detroit, which is where he lived, with a roommate, in poured cement apartment, a few blocks from Wayne State University, which he had not attended.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Gaan Tender -- character sketches

1. Fixing his elven ears.
Laying on a thick table, ankles cuffed, shirtless, Gaan bit down on the chunk of wood in his mouth and forced his eyes open against the pain. The surgeon's knife cut deeply into his ear, and Gaan clenched the leather sheet under him; blood spurted and ran down his ears, pooled on his shoulders.

The surgeon said, "Bite the wood, grind it in your teeth. Grind the wood between your teeth, the Bettlebarb tree is a pain killer. I'm almost through the thick part."

Gaan nodded and sawed his teeth across the wood. The action distracted him, and the sweet mulch gumming up his mouth started to tingle on his teeth. The doctor said something, and the room started to swim. Gaan felt warm. Gaan closed his eyes, and slept.

He woke surrounded by embers and ash and the burned down support remains of the doctor's forest hut. He could not move. Gaan wet himself and passed out.

In Gaan's dream he was floating around inside an infinite smoke coil. He still could not move, but it bothered him less. He was not scared. He heard a voice. The voice told him secrets he didn't remember on waking. The voice explained it willl give Gaan what he wants, but that he, Gaan, will have to help it, the voice, in exchange. Gaan nodded and woke.

He was still in the burned out remains of the surgeon's forest hut. A small girl stared at him, hard eyes and a set mouth. Gaan looked at her, stood up and searched around in the wreckage where he remembered a desk to have been. He found what he was looking for, pocketed it and turned. He mimed tossing two gold coins at the little girl, who startled. Gaan smiled. "I was a half orc with very green skin who limped off, north, understand?" He threw her a gold coin and waited. He played with the other gold coin, running it along his knuckles while he did. "Of course you're a gimp half-orc, you gimp half orc," said tiny girl. Gaan tossed her the other gold coin and smiled at the girl, who smiled back at him. "Good girl," he said, and set off east, into the forest.