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Let me tell you what your crazy friend just did. I have a brand new pair of memory foam flip flops. I leave them at work so I have comfortable shoes to walk in when I can go. On those days when the heat isn’t overpowering nor the humidity oppressive. I wore them out to the car and here came the flood. I didn’t want to get them wet, so I ran from my car to the front door in the pouring rain barefoot. 😂
I will do it again. 😉
Chapter 27
Kol had walked over to work with General Marcus. It was time to work on treasury accounts for the military again. It was long and boring. Not that he didn’t like his city or his people being protected; seems like all he did was look at sets of numbers.
She was the last person he expected to see.
There were several large journals on General Marcus’s oversized desk. She was slightly bent over filling out information on different pages of each book. At the same time instructing Max on what she was doing and why. Kol stood watching her. She finally spoke. “You are early, my king. I will be out of the way in a moment. If it is okay, Max is going to stay.”
He didn’t answer at first, watching her was much more enjoyable. “You should wear normal garments more often.”
The shelf next to the door where he was leaning was where the large books got put out of the way. As she shelved a book, she couldn’t help but notice that twinkle in his eyes and that grin. It would do her a lot of good if he would put that grin away. It was so distracting.
She smiled and it melted his heart.
“General Marcus will be pleased that you are in such fine spirits this morning, my king.”
“Will he?”
She wrote something down. Max would not look up from the desk as she came over to put another book away. “I spent a boat load of money.”
He wanted to run Max off, push all the stuff off the desk onto the floor and just take her. Could he do it? He was the king after all. Would she put up a fight? He felt that in a true fight she was much stronger than he was. It would be a fight he would greatly enjoy.
“My King.” Her eyes were smiling at him. How did she do that? “How’s Frego today? Excited for his departure.” She put another book away.
“He would like to go to the island before they leave.”
“When is that?”
“Two months.”
As she put up another book, she leaned a little closer to him, whispering, “you smell good.”
He blushed, “you can smell me?”
“Max,” she called. He finally looked up. “Close your eyes and take a deep breath.” He did. “Again.” He did. “What do you smell? Tell me everything, no matter if you can’t define it.”
He took another deep breath, “polish from the desk, ink, dust from old books, floral honey, and sage?” He questioned “and something else I can’t identify.” His eyes were still closed, “no, not sage. But I don’t know what that smell is.”
“That smell is your king.” She brushed past him on her way out of the room; “And you smell good.” She whispered.
He followed her down the hall, “Kes.”
“Yes, my king.”
“Have you forgiven me for hurting your feelings?”
“Should I?” There was a twinkle in her eyes.
“Yes. After all I am your king.”
She whispered in his ear, “this time my king, you must earn it.” She moved to leave, stopped and moved back to whisper in his ear again. “Meet me tonight on the beach.” Ohh, there was that grin.
He did as she asked. The moon reflecting off the calm water was peaceful. “Thank you for humoring me.” Her soft voice filled his ears. They started walking. “I really didn’t think we should talk in the palace. I found the horse that was attached to the wagon Mordecai was in.”
Kol stopped abruptly, “where?”
“The grand duke has it. I know he could have bought it at the market. And honestly know nothing about the matter. I thought it was best to let you know.”
“That’s most upsetting.” He thought, “when you lowered Frego and Iram from the bell tower, what did you learn?”
“That was 10 maybe 12 years ago. Testing my memory, my king?”
“I can’t remember if you told me what happened.”
She thought as they continued to walk. The night was peaceful and the water calm. “Frego was right. Nothing was locked. I don’t think I gave you a report because there was nothing to say. The guard didn’t pay attention to the locks during his rounds. I knew he was lying but I couldn’t prove it. I think we spent a week looking into the matter but couldn’t come up with any thing.”
“Thank you.”
Look at her wearing that mask.
I hope she gets sick.
Who does she think she is?
I hope she gets sick.
Did someone forget to tell her covid is over?
I hope she gets sick.
That mask ain’t fooling no one.
I hope she gets sick.
Keep your distance.
Gee, let her get sick.
Do whatever makes you feel comfortable.
I hope she gets sick.
Flu, stomach flu, covid, who cares!
I hope she gets sick.
I want to cram that mask up her …….
Come on, get sick ah-ready.
When she gets sick,
I hope it puts her out for a month.
*I’m the person always wearing a mask. I often wonder what people are saying behind my back.
Thank you God,
“I love the mystery of the universe. I love all the questions that have come to us over thousands of years of exploration and hypotheses … but when I looked in the opposite direction, into space, there was no mystery, no majestic awe to behold … all I saw was death. I saw a cold, dark, black emptiness. I turned back toward the light of home. I could see the curvature of Earth, the beige of the desert, the white of the clouds and the blue of the sky. It was life. Nurturing, sustaining, life. Mother Earth. Gaia. And I was leaving her.” William Shatner from his upcoming autobiography ‘Boldly Go: Reflections on a Life of Awe and Wonder.’
This is a great quote. Most of us will never get the opportunity to go to space and look down on earth. To understand what it feels like to see earth from a pressurized container.
When we read the creation story, we marvel at God’s creation, humanity. It is amazing how the human body works.
What about earth? Our home that God created for us? Isn’t it amazing? Flowers and trees. Rivers and streams. Birds and animals. Earth is amazing. And he created an amazing home for you and me. Thank you God for this home. Air to breathe, water to drink, food to eat. A delight for all the senses. Yeah, there are snakes, skunks and the like. They have a purpose in Gods world too.
*When this was written the book mentioned above hadn’t been published yet. It may be out now.
The prayer group that I’m a member of does Thankful Thursday.
~My first attempt at a haiku.
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living.
*I’ll do a diy in a later post. 😉
Part 2 of 2
Last night, she came flapping around and ran me from my sleep. The noise. “Bawk. Bawk!”
After some time (the moon getting higher in the night sky), I finally found a spot. High in the barn by a big open space. As I drifted off to sleep, a squeak woke me. A tiny field mouse was looking for a warm place to sleep. It curled up by me. As I covered it with my wing, we both fell asleep.
As soon as the roosters crow, I’m out. Doing my chicken things. Before the others are up, I go back to my spot, high above the yard.
In my head, I’ve named her ‘Feathers’. She struts around the yard with her beak high. Some of the other chickens follow her around like she’s THE hen among hens. If that’s what she needs, go for it. Just leave me be.
The farmer spent a lot of time searching for something in the yard today. When the sun was high in the sky, Mrs. Farmer came out too. What are they looking for? Feathers followed his every step. Mr. and Mrs Farmer left in defeat. Taking one more look around before closing the gate.
My mouse friend came back. We fell asleep high above the yard.
The roosters crowed. I’m out. I heard a loud noise. When I looked up from breakfast, the farmer was running across the yard. “Connie, where have you been?” He was on his knees, patting me on the head.
The rest of the chickens raced from the coop chasing my mouse friend. He’s just a little mouse. I puffed out my chest and ran to his aid. The noise. Noises came out of me that I didn’t know I had. My mouse friend didn’t ever try to hurt anyone. All he ever wanted was food and warmth.
After this, no one picked on my mouse friend again. Feather’s left me alone. I got my spot on the fence back. Mouse would sit beside me on the fence until he got bored. Then scamper off doing his little mouse things. At night, he would always return to our place high above the yard.
The End
Aja Part 2
Frego sat down in front of Max at dinner. A woman was sitting beside him with a baby. “May I join you?” Frego waved his hand across his plate.
“Yes, of course.” Max lowered his glance. “Lilly, this is Frego.” He smiled pointing at the baby, “Aja.”
“Aja?” He questioned.
She blushed. “A kind man named Rajaf delivered her. Her name is in honor of him.”
“Does he know?”
“I don’t think so.”
Violet joined them. She handed Frego a book. “Yes!” He exclaimed.
She blushed. “I thought you’d be pleased.”
Frego introduced Violet to Lilly.
Lilly leaned over to Max, “this place is full of life.”
He simply blushed.
Kol sat down beside Frego. He had no food. They had a whispered conversation.
Everyone at the table noticed Aja cooing and trying to giggle. Which ended up being sputtering and blowing bubbles. She kicked her legs and shook her arms happily. Kol was making faces at her. “would you like to hold her?” Lilly asked.
Kol patted Frego on the back, “it’s been a long time since I’ve held a baby.” He moved around to sit beside of Lilly. As he continued making faces, she continued to be a happy baby.
“Do you have children?” Lilly asked.
He pointed at Frego, who did a little wave. “What’s her name?”
“Aja.”
Kol grinned from ear to ear. “Would you mind if I introduced her to someone? I promise we will not go far.”
“Sure.”
Kessa and Rajaf were sitting outside going over maps while they ate.
“My king,” Kessa smiled. “Who do you have there?”
“Aja.” He winked at Rajaf.
Kol put the baby in Rajaf’s arms as a tear rolled down his cheek. “She’s named after me?”
“I’ll get no more work out of him.” Kessa said playfully.
Max and Lilly walked outside. She smiled, “you’re the kind man that brought Aja into the world.”
“I am honored that you named her after me.” Rajaf was still crying.
The man that asked to take Aja and a woman (Lilly knew she has seen this woman before) were off to the side talking. Rajaf nodded his head toward them. “She’s always working. Sometimes I wonder if taking a day off would really be so difficult?”
“I think it would.” Frego spoke as he sat at the table. “They are so much alike it’s scary.”
“Forgive me.” Rajaf spoke to Max and Lilly, “please sit.”
They did.
“How can we make that happen.” Max asked.
“Dad can order her. But who’s going to order dad?”
“Order her?” Lilly asked with a hint of displeasure in her voice.
“She’s a soldier. Just like I am.” Max thought; curling his lip, “well, she’s my commander.”
Frego leaned up in his seat, “that didn’t end well.”
Kessa went one way; Kol walked the other.
The group heard a whistle. After a moment, they heard laughter.
“Wait, dad’s laughing.” Frego smiled. “Real laughter. I don’t think I’ve ever heard dad laugh.”
Lilly sighed, “that’s sad.”
They started walking back to the group, both laughing. Kessa was laughing so hard she started coughing, laugh, then cough. “Well, looks like all is well.” They couldn’t stop laughing.
“Come by and see me later. We need to go over about 10 different things.” He laughed.
Still laughing, she said “only 10. I’m slipping.” She help her hand to her chest, “forgive me. I’m Kessa.” She turned to Kol; he nodded. “This is our king, Kol.”
Lilly was in shock. The king. She looked at Frego and pointed.
“Thank you for letting me hold Aja.” He smiled and left.
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