This is what Freedom looks like. But I’ll get to that.
Yesterday started out lovely enough, with a morning mandated dose of dogs and coffee.
And while I sat there, pinned under 100 lbs of canine, I perused the FB marketplace, where I spotted something I just had to have.
Freedom.
Freedom was the latest Pixie I absolutley needed to join the creatures of Casa Claire. She is pewter with stained glass wings. She has a natural exhuberance that just fills the room. And now I know why.
Given my recent change of professional status, the name “Freedom” hit me like a thunderbolt.
On top of that, Freedom has an interesting provenance, which I discovered when I went to North to Loveland – to a house directly overlooking the magical Benson Sculpture Garden –
Where I met its owner – a lovely woman of slightly younger than my vintage named Shirley Scott –
who gave off a wild-child vibe that could get any red blooded man with still natural testosterone flowing through his appendages into fun trouble. She was a pisser.
You see, Shirley is what was once considered (early in the last century) a “Gay Divorcee.”
https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=1709888819763667
before words like Gay were coopted and removed from general circulation by various groups
Not that there’s anything wrong with that!
For the record, Shirley is definitely heterosexual. My Jimmy Moran Metro-Gnome never lies. Shirley has now surrounded herself with a social group of like minded women – so all of you single gents of my vintage – without the embarassment of being of my vintage – come to Loveland, literally and figuratively. Worse case scenario, you’ll have a wonderful heart attack.
Freedom, the pixie, sat on Shirley’s nightstand the past two years. Oh, the wonders she must have witnessed.
Anyway, Freedom then returned with me to Casa Claire, and her new forever home. Given her last deployment, it’s good to know that I can trust her discretion.
Well, being back at Casa Claire didn’t mean I was done with females.
It seems Georgie and the girls were in the area – literally visiting her friends next door – and she popped in so the girls could terrorize me on my own turf – while she enjoyed a visit with Lisa.
It was the first time the girls had seen the completed Jack The Spruce Grotto,
And of course, Scarlett, the leader of the Lost Girls, climbed up into JTS to share some secrets and get the low down on what has been happening at Casa Claire in her absence.
And then the young ladies (yes, I can use the term “Ladies,” I’m old) went out exploring the rest of the property.
Where I caught them inspecting the trees out back to perfrom for some form of Shakespearian Weird Sisters ritual, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Witches
But once they saw that I was eavesdropping, I’m always listening to learn new secrets, they absconded beyond earshot to the large mound out in the back where I once buried a dragon, and now is the sacred location of the Casa Claire Bat House (yes, from TCS). There they completed their Maypolish like ritual,
And I have suddenly developed a penchant for flies.
Finally, curses imposed – and massive quantities of high sugar snacks consumed – the feral creatures and their mom bade their adeus and left for their own kingdom to the south.
Which was just in time for me to go out, feed Claire and Honey, and enjoy a beautiful sunset.
and a cloud that looked a bit like a dragon flying out of the camera shot.
Well, enough dillydallying. I have rounds to make and a delivery of my winter hay to prepare for.
You fine, five readers finsh those cuppas and get to your weekend errand list. Then find a quiet place and read a book. For something a little more Good Will Hunting meets Jack Reacher, may I recommend the urchins’ father’s series:
https://www.amazon.com/Bulletproof-Luke-McCaffrey/dp/1685136389
I suspect that it is wise to begin contributing in any way possible to their bail funds, along with the educational funds.
But no matter what we get up to, let us make today a great one.
