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Two New Family Members

It has been so long that I've almost forgotten how to do this. We lost a cat, Midnight, last September to breast cancer, and our beautiful horse, Ginger, who was the model for the chestnut mare in The Courier. Both losses were very sad and the last thing I needed at the time.

However, last February during the coldest stretch of the winter, a feral kitten managed to take shelter in our basement. We sealed him in, fed him, and gradually got him to the point where he would come out from his hidey hole and look us in the eye. We named him Schrodinger duting the months that the only evidence we had of his existence was the disappearing food and used litterbox. He began to venture upstairs, and last week I closed the basement door behind him. Schrodinger still hides under a bed during the day, but he is officially s housecat. I caught this photo of him last night on my tablet.

In the spring, after sad months of an empty pasture and open gates for the first time in half a century, I contacted a horse rescue organization about a paint grlding they had online. Long story short, we adopted Blue and have had him here with us for a little over a week. The neighbors have already come over to meet him, telling us how much they missed Ginger, and he loved every moment of the attention. Here he is, also taken on my tablet.

As the phoenix . . .

How shall I, then, begin? I have been gone a long time, and now I'm back, I hope. I might as well charge right in.

My mother died on February 25, 2018 of Alzheimers dementia. She had been living with me, under my care, since December of 2012, although she had been exhibiting troubling symptoms for almost twenty years, now that I know what I was looking at. It was a hard journey the entire way, and you can probably trace the progression by the dropoff and cessation of my writing and socialization. The final three months, on home hospice, were especially grueling. But she got to die in her own bed, with her cst curoed against her. I was there to hear here final breath, which makes it all worth it, I guess.

People in the Alzheimers/Dementia world say that a caretaker of a dementia patient will lose hald their cognitive function from the stress. I don't know about that -- how would I, because I'd be the last to know? I do know that I lost my joy and my creativity.

Will I ever write again? I hope so, but I have a lot of healing to do.
Appearing here tonight for a sneak preview and in the rest of my customary haunts tomorrow, is my annual Halloween related story for my best buddy and beta reader. Enjoy, Bro!

As usual, I don't own this. JRR Tolkien owns the characters. I'm borrowing them for a little fun, and no profit. No warnings to give you this time.

Elflings: The New Millennium

"For tonight is Halloween, and the Faerie doth ride . . ."
Tam Lin
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Written in honor of the birthday of my wonderful beta-reader Ignoble Bard. King Thranduil faces a great serpent of the North. Movie/Verse, humor, Thranduil; Smaug. Rated T for innuendo.

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Well I'll Be Damned -- I AM the Elvenking!

Your Power Element is Wood

Your power colors: green and brown

Your energy: generative

Your season: spring

Like a tree, you are always growing and changing.
And while your life is dynamic, you are firmly grounded.
You have high morals and great confidence in yourself and others.
You have a wide set of interests, and you make for interesting company.

The story of a World War Z survivor, told in his own words. Mostly original characters, rated T for violence and gore.

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Georgia 1998 - 2014

Georgia, February 14, 1998 - May 17, 2014

Georgia resized

My Fair Lindir

The following piece is an offering from the musical team of Unlearned (IgnobleBard) & Lowbrow (Yours Truly). A mashup of The Silmarillion and the Broadway musical My Fair Lady. Humor/Parody. Rated Teen for sexual innuendo of all persuasions including male/male. Nothing graphic.
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Happy . . . Whatever

Since Fanfiction Net has picked this day of all days to lock out posting, I would like to wish all my friends a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Joyous Yule, and Festivus for the rest of us!

Angry Birds Slashfic: Pork Chop Hill

Summary: The black bird has a forbidden desire for the mustache pig. But their time together will be tragically limited. Humor/Parody, rated PG-13 for slash and birdie innuendo.

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