A Morning Quickie

I'm off today to the end-of-the-year Day of Reflection with the other first year M.Div.'s.

Had a brief 'episode' with Miss Vicki yesterday that I hope will lead to better mutual understanding and a clarification of our relationship. Meanwhile, I need to meditate a bit on pride and humility, and how much I really care if she wants to have control over the whole floor.

Ysterday while I was at work, one of my players asked for a re-state of the character generation house rules, and I couldn't find anything. Thank goodness my other player keeps all emails and when I got up this morning he had the pertinent statement dredged up and sent out.

Evidently my work situation will be settled on Thursday, when my boss returns from her off-site visit.

I've felt like I've been A Bad LJ Friend recently, and not responding nearly as deeply as I would like, especially to dear MT. I've been spending more time with The Child in the evening and less on the computer (which is good), but by the time I can sit down to read an entire day's worth of friends' posts I'm often so tired and brain dead that coming up with coherent responses is hard. (Especially because of the length and quality of the entries!) Only WL is getting thorough responses these days, in part because her topics resonate so strongly with my own experience it's all too easy to go and go and go. TR's novel material is fascinating and I envy his dreams. Coop, I don't have your phone number. Must remedy that. I want to give Christine hugs. She and MT and WL and I should all sit down for tea (or something stronger) some day and talk about being women and being true to the Spirit we know and love in the midst of denominations and traditions that too often don't meet our needs. Caersidi has been ill, and I wish her healing and comfort.

A fellow student is coming by to pick me up and drive me to the retreat center in less than a half an hour and I have to hit the shower and get dressed.

Love to all!

Tuesday

The Day of Reflection was pleasant, although not as rejuvenating as those in the past. I felt somewhat scattered today and had a very difficult time focusing. In fact, after the first half hour of the 90 minutes of scheduled quiet time, I gave up on my journaling (which had been somewhat fruitful) and ended up writing erotica instead.

Had I ever mentioned that when I was twelve years old I made up a code to keep my writing private? (Never my journal, just my fantasy stories.) It still comes in handy. . .

This evening was interesting. The Ex's SO arrived this afternoon, and will be spending the next two months here. Her children (twins, my daughter's age) are staying with their grandfather in Wyoming, and then - assuming all goes well with the SO - will be moving in here also this fall. I got home this afternoon to find the Ex'sSO standing in the kitchen with the Goddaughter and her boyfriend, who was cooking salmon for dinner, and everyone insisted I join them. The adults had a lovely dinner while the kids got to have their private table in the living room. This is going to be an interesting experiment, but I have high hopes for it. ExsSO and I get along fine, and I'm looking forward to getting to know her a bit better, although I don't expect we're going to be pals.

The goddaughter may take me with her to get me a tattoo later this summer. She has a small bearpaw on her neck that I love. I would get mine in a place that is usually covered (haven't thought about where beyond that), but I've started seriously wanting one. The goddaughter has 11 tattoos, virtually all of them very nicely done, so she's the person to trust for such an outing.

I've come up with a plotline for my game Saturday (need a few more). I'm going to do a variation on the ancient blackmail/seduction plot, with an older woman threatening to ruin a young husband if he doesn't become her lover. She, of course, has stolen a distinctive ring of his that she'll use as "proof" of his affair with her unless he capitulates. The PC's will need to get back the ring. I'm also considering a spy plot, with a secret letter to be smuggled. . .

I also have to decide whether or not my favorite mysterious NPC is going to make an appearance. The heroes aren't sure whether or not Guadelope Vargas is working for their nemesis or simply playing her own game. I'm having a wonderful time with her. She may show up unexpectedly at the party decked out in a lady's gown, on the arm of a rich gentleman. As far as they know, she's a commoner who makes her living as a tavern dancer. Have to keep them on their toes!

aka Captain Tasha LeGrange, The Tigress

I had mentioned that I wasn't entirely into the spirit of today's Day of Reflection, right???



You are The Cap'n!

Some (wo)men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.

What's Yer Inner Pirate?
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thomryng, I want to see your results! (Since our initial conversation was prompted by the "Talk Like a Pirate Day" poster he had up in his cubicle.)