Ruminations of an Afterlife

It's through no shortcoming of my husband (because believe me, he does not have ANY of those) but I rather miss being able to be with my wife in a corporeal fashion. Women bits are nice if you're in to that sort of thing. Thankfully, because I don't believe the bits are the be all and end of of anything, I'll get to be with her soon either way. Please don't take her away from me right away? I mean if you have to, you have to. But I want me some Mary time. We seem to have the amazing ability of missing each other. I just miss my wife.

But Happy New Year's Eve! I'm still in Spain, though I don't think I'll make it much longer. Few more hours maybe. Wanted to tell everyone to have a fantastic start to the new year and I'll see you soon.

( And I wanted to show you this )

It's amazingly relaxing here. I hope all of you are able to do some relaxing too.

I wish so much that I could help Joe. It hurts a lot that I can't.

Seems to me, there's a lot of people I can't help, lately. I'm not used to feeling that way. It's kind of icky. So I am letting Miss Mara teach me how to make cookies.

It's something.

James and I planted a vegetable garden! He thought worms were baby snakes, so I told him they couldn't hurt him. I taught him all about gardens and we planted and watered it together. It was really nice. And then I managed to wrangle a moment with Marie away from Charon. Of course, it did happen to be a moment when she needed a diaper change, but who am I to complain which moments I get?! I'll teach her to garden too, when she's old enough. If she wants to learn.

I never realised teaching your children something was so fulfilling. It's amazing.

Miss Aly came home this afternoon too, and Mara is over with Anna. So James and I are watching movies because gardening makes little boys tired. He's got Errol on his lap and they're so cute!

Okay, where did I put my macho? I know I left it somewhere...

Ah, who the fuck cares?! I'm a daddy!

Hi!!

I'm fine! Before anyone asks :) A good sleep, aspirin, antibiotics and fucktonnes of food will do that for you. And I've been lying down for a week now, and it's boring, so no more lying down. Even if sitting here isn't the most comfortable thing in the entire world.

As for what happened, Peter explained it very well. I have never dealt with that kind of violence before (well...not counting the Templar which was much less random and much more ow). Not aimed at me. It was so strange. I kept wanting to say, 'I'm not gay, I'm not gay' but not only did that feel like denying love for my husband which I will never do no matter the circumstance, but they did have evidence that I am in a gay relationship and that was what they were taking undue offense to. I don't think they'd give a damn that I have a wife too... But to be called those things...to see my husband called those things. And to be threatened simply for loving him...it was absurd and disgusting and I felt so dirty inside. But I do know they were the ones in the wrong. And my Spectre saved my life. And then little Mara saved it again. They're just the most incredible siblings ever, aren't they?!

Speaking of Mara...and Templar...she says when she was out searching for us, she came upon a priest who knew Spectre's name. And he was quite insistent that he help her find Spectre. Mara said he felt 'wrong' and she stomped on his foot and ran away. It sounds like Templar to me. So there's a very good chance that the Templar know Spectre has a little sister. Extra care, might just be a good idea?

Despite everything? I'm doing very well. I'm happy to be home. I even sent Dragomir a thank you note for his fruitbasket. Sure it said, "Thank you for remembering us!" but I think a little cheek is allowed, eh?