The Mandelbear's Musings

Our Easter "feast" was very lightly attended -- a max of three guests. But two of them were extroverts, so I mostly hung out in the office until they left. We usually have rabbit on Easter, but it looked way too expensive this year so Colleen had gotten a spiral-cut ham at Costco. Tasty. I also hard-boiled a dozen eggs, and the YD deviled half of them.

I finally emerged from my cave to sing around 8:30; we were joined by Naomi on speakerphone half an hour or so later.

After I sang The Rambling Silver Rose, Naomi remarked that for someone who claims not to understand love at first sight, I manage to nail it in my songs. So apparently I do understand it pretty well -- from second- and third-hand accounts. N's theory is that it's a case of selective memory; the few times when instant attraction leads to something deeper are the ones that get remembered. I'll buy that.

But it was the IM conversation afterward that really went someplace totally unexpected, when my (stillborn) daughter Amethyst broke in and said something directly to N. It's true that I'm getting better at role-playing in IM, and at listening to the voices in my head and giving them labels, but... It was surprising, but felt entirely natural and appropriate. //silly bear. I told him he needs to come visit my garden more often; it's a peaceful place and he needs that more than he knows.//

Ok, I get the hint.

Links, as usual, up in the raw notes.