River: Amethyst Rose: 33

[mdlbear]

Today is my daughter Amethyst's thirty-third birthday. (I'm not sure why I decided to use present tense this time instead of past conditional; it just seems right. Maybe it's connected in some weird way to the fact that I'm also (still) working on Desti's memorial page and post. Grief has its own agenda, I suppose; I'm not going to try to second-guess it.)

Where was I? In a fantasy, presumably.

I'm picturing Ame and Colleen each with a cat in their lap, sipping gin-and-tonic as they sit on the grass and watch the Viking warriors on the field between the Rainbow Bridge and Valhalla. It's a lot like the SCA. Curio would be in Colleen's lap, as usual, and Desti in Amethyst's. They're both purring contentedly. Bast is probably over at the other end of the field rolling in catnip with Freya's chariot-cats.