Degree

Degree

Inner turbulence reached it’s peak

Nerves on edge she wanted to shriek

Their expressions undecipherable

The waiting seemed untenable

Was she in or was she out

She’d been determined all throughout

To take a stand, be tall and strong

She’d always been so headstrong

But this meant worlds, forevermore

Changing history and so much more

Never look back her decree

Never give quarter her degree

 

 

Varnish

Varnish

There was nothing you could say

That could make this a better day

No finish, varnish or polish

Could erase the knowledge

You’d stepped out on us

No need to make a fuss

It’s over done with, caput

Don’t let the door hit you on the way out

You moved into the enemy camp

You chose the wrong woman champ

I’m not the kind of person who

Let’s slide or will make do

With someone unfaithful to me

I don’t say this with any glee

Drop off the key

You are oh so free

 

Saintly

Saintly

 

She had him on a pedestal

It was really quite incredible

His flaws, there were none

He certainly could do no wrong

Until the fateful day came

He came crashing down in flames

Breaking her heart, setting her free

And no amount of herbal tea

Could lift her spirits don’t you see

She was no longer his devotee

Come to terms she finally did

Living life, no longer a kid

Wise enough now to know better

She was finally free of the pressure

Certainly an ode to growing up

You’ve done well, little buttercup

 

 

So lovely!

“My spirit travels with the wind, and it is there we will find each other in the dark.” This world isn’t black and white, but so many people perceive it that way. I’ve seen beyond the gray and into a place where even shadows have some light to dance with. I’ve seen the rainbows after […]

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“Man, look at that!”  Craig said.  “Damn that’s good!”

After explaining where they were camped, Max invited the group to drop by for a beer later.  The trio said they might, if they had time to squeeze it in, but if not, they’d most definitely had fun.  Waving, they headed off down the beach.

“I don’t know about anyone else, but I could use a quick dip to get rid of the sand, and then food, I’m starving!” Cassy admitted.

Maggy whole heartedly agreed before rushing to the water’s edge followed quickly in succession by Craig then Max, who quickly took the lead.  Maggy meanwhile came to a screeching halt at the water’s edge and hooted with laughter. Craig made a quick attempt at dragging her in but she outmaneuvered him.

“They are so funny.”

“Yeah, they are pretty much a couple of goofs.  Underline the ‘hardworking’ goofs,” Cassy grinned.

“Look at those bodies.  Mm hmhm, don’t they look fine?”

“They do indeed, and I notice that a few others think so too.”  Maggy nodded toward a couple of younger spectators.  “Can’t say as I blame them.  I quite like the view myself.”  With that, they headed out to join the men and after a quick romp, their growling stomachs could no longer be denied.

After finishing off the chili and lazing around for a bit they noticed some nearby campers tossing a Frisbee around and Craig and Max were invited to participate in the action while Maggy and Cassy stood contentedly watching from the sidelines.

“You know, Cassy, I don’t mind throwing a Frisbee around, but wow, I’m not up to that standard.  I didn’t know there were that many ways to throw one.”

Laughing in agreement Cassy said, “Yeah, who knew?”

They were offered beer which they enjoyed,  becoming involved in an interesting conversation.  Cassy got up to go back to the campsite, and Max accompanied her.  “You didn’t have to leave on my account.  I have to do the drops thing.”

“Not a problem.  I enjoy company with the rest of them, but I enjoy solitude with you more,” he remarked, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“That’s nice to hear.  I couldn’t agree more.”  Cassy finished with her drops, they sat on the tiny well-worn bench, chatting, heads close.  Then Maggy and Craig dropped by long enough let them know they were going for a walk around the campground.

Cassy turned to face Max and pulled him close for a deep and satisfying kiss. “Mm, that was good too.”

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Odds on winning: Mathematically insignificant, lol  1 in 14 Million

But considering this, “You are three times more likely to be killed in a traffic accident driving 16 kilometres to buy your ticket than winning the jackpot” that’s how much I love you!  (snickers and rofl – I buy one for everyone at Christmas). See I love you this………………………………………. much, I’m willing to take the risk!  haha

I just couldn’t resist as the odds of winning are pretty insignificant, but it was worth writing about.

 

 

November Notes – Maria Mena (Just hold me)

I didn’t know how broken

Shattered and heartbroken

I felt inside until that moment

Way beyond my quotient

I felt fragile, fragile as glass

Sand falling in an hourglass

You could have stayed, you chose

No support given, I suddenly froze

Could we have made it, I wonder

I am left with doubts to ponder

You went your way, it didn’t include us

The shattered pieces, no need to discuss

It’s ok, I survived and remain

Stronger now, I lived through the pain.

 

 

 

Had to share – one of my laughs for the day.

       Me having fun! mwahaha

Our midnight visitor, a little rabbit that the tiniest of cats was dragging around by the scuff of his neck.  We managed to get it away from her with no harm done while wondering how in the world she made it inside undetected.  Returned to the wilds, safe and sound, but however she got it, I’m thinking she’ll think twice! about doing that again. She was really quite tiny, she fit in my son’s hand.

November Notes – Fatai (Hide and Seek)

This game you play is tiring me,

When once we were so carefree

Now I search, your heart can’t find,

Our hearts no longer entwined

In an easy love warm and free,

Laughing joking oh so happily

Now it seems we’re so far apart,

Where did you go my sweetheart

Sadness longing yearning are left,

And more often than not,bereft

Is what I feel when I think of you,

Oh I wished, I wished I knew

What had become of us,

We are now superfluous

The games you play are tiring me

We no long have a sanctuary

That once was just the two of us

And now there’s nothing to discuss

 

 

 

 

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The birds chirped, breezes whispered, waves lapped on the shore; it was idyllic and it was easy to forget the reason they were here.  It felt more like friends getting together relaxing, holidaying.

True to his word, Stan wandered over and extended the invitation to go fishing and Max took him up on it, leaving Craig in charge.

“Catch the big one Max. Don’t let him get away.” Craig jibed and chuckled as Max grabbed the fishing rod, plopped a hat on his head and followed Stan.

The others continued playing cards and watched the two men push the boat into the water, heard the little engine sputter to life, their voices lost as the gentle hum of the motor floated over the water until they rounded a bend and lost to sight.

Campers were a friendly lot, and before long, the woman with the horses wandered across the road to their campsite to introduce herself.  Her name was Jessica Brand and her partner was George Waters They were returning from a competition which they hadn’t won, but hadn’t expected to.

Cassy and Maggy invited them to join in a game of cards, explained the rules and as they played, chatted amiably.

“How did you get into equestrian riding?  Has it always been a passion?” Maggy asked curiously.

“My folks own a ranch in Alberta.  I used to go to rodeos, and really fell in love at the Calgary Stampede.  Before that, it had been a cumbersome obligation, but that’s when my passion erupted I guess.”

“Fill us in,” Cassy invited.  “All I know is the bits and pieces I see on TV.”

“Are the rules stringent?”

“I’ll give you a bit of the historical background first so you can understand the progress.”

“You know, you’re gonna be sorry.  She eats, sleeps, lives this stuff,” George said with a guffaw.

“Hey, I’m not that bad!”  Jessica replied smacking his arm.

“Well, honestly, almost!  What can I say, it’s a passion!” she laughed.

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Page 22 Myerson’s explanation

“That’s just it, Cassandra, it is exactly what they do.” Myerson asked where the washroom was and when Cassandra gestured which direction, he excused himself.

Wandering back to check on the coffee and pour herself another cup, Maggy stated in disgust, “I can’t believe people are forced to live like that or worse leave everyone they love and everything they hold dear! Its absolutely ludicrous that anyone could get away with the total destruction of anothers life and livelihood.”

Rejoining the two women who had once again taken their seats, he asked, “Ready?”

Cassandra’s vitriolic reply held little back, “No, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready.  It’s insanity!”

“I’ve deal with these kinds of cases for 15 years.  It never gets any easier and it’s never any less complicated nor does it vary overmuch.”

“Another tool stalkers often use is blackmail.  Another tactic is extortion – extracting something of value whether money or threats  or something else, it’s a well used tool for stalkers.  Don’t fall for it!  They’ll say anything, do anything, to scare you and throw you off balance.”

Concern clearly evident Cassy asked, “Are you posting officers around all my family and friends?”  Cassandra asked concerned.

“Not at the moment.  Most of your family are far enough afield I doubt they’ll be of any particular interest to him.  That can and will change if necessary should he shift his focus to include them!” The look in his eye assured her he would take any and all precautions he felt necessary.

 

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Page 15  2nd Visit to Comox

Both Cassy and Maggy felt equally unsettled. Cassy woke feeling exhausted; she’d slept poorly in part because her eyes bothered her but also as a result of the constables warning which kept playing over and over in her mind. Porsche lifted his head eyeing her sudden movements to mew so quietly she barely heard him.  She reached out and gently ruffled his fur before rising.  “Hey baby cat, you interested in breakfast?”  He jumped off the bed and padded down the stairs beside her.  Cassy carried on with her usual morning routine, giving Porsche fresh water and filling his food bowl even before making coffee.

Maggy noted Cassy’s pale cheeks and remarked, “Doesn’t seem as though you got much sleep either.”

Cassy explained her troubled night and Maggy surprisingly agreed, “Same and I can’t explain it.  There’s something about this whole situation that has me feeling uneasy.  There was something about that guy on the library steps that just felt off.

“Your next appointment is two days away, isn’t it?”

“How is your boss with all the time off?”

“I’ve got plenty of vacation time coming.”

“Running up and down island attending appointments isn’t a vacation, Maggy, neither is looking after me.”

“It’s ok by me, Cassy, really!”

Maggy kept her eyes peeled in case she spotted the guy again, but he wasn’t there and she didn’t feel any less anxious as a result.

Later, while dressing and changing the window, Cassy had Shawna kept tabs on the library steps in case he returned.  Neither noticed him and the incident was forgotten as they relaxed into the new routine Cassy’s eye dilemma had created.

Dr. Jamison greeted her with a warm smile, “How are the drops working?”

“Painful, very painful.  I don’t know if the cure is any better than the disease at this point.”  A sympathetic look crossed is face.

“Other than difficulty with the drops, have you noticed any new developments?”

“I’m not really sure, Dr. Jamison.  What is the prognosis, my vision certainly hasn’t changed, it’s a day to day, hour by hour, minute by minute scenario?  I don’t know what to make of it.”

“Your eyes playing tricks on you?” he asked.

“Is that how you see it?” she asked.

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Page 14   Maggy discloses eerie feelings

“Cassy, why don’t I get the blackboard ready to hang?  I can list the prices for the smoothies, juices, coffee and tea?  Then we can get someone in to hang it?”

“That’s a great idea!” Cassy agreed.

“You know, Cassy, it’s a brilliant idea.  Mom and dad can shop in peace while the kids enjoy a smoothie or juice or just play in the play area; a real stroke of genius if you ask me.”

“The play area seems to be a big hit.  I’m hoping the juice bar will be too, even though it means constant monitoring.”

“What about moving the divider over or putting your fence here,” she motioned to the section in question, “Tots need help getting out and parents have to assist in monitoring and clean up.  What do you think?”

“Exactly!”  Cassy agreed.  “We’re not “babysitters” or a licensed daycare facility.  If they wish to avail themselves of the service provided while browsing, no problem but they can’t leave their children unattended.”

“It means vigilance on our part, since there will be a few willing to give it a try.  Mom/ dad can place matching sticky name tags on their children and themselves.”

“I love that idea, Shawna, brilliant!  We can keep tabs on who comes and goes and if we turn it into a game…”

“Listen, I know you must be tired. I think we can call it a day.  It’s been exceedingly quiet for the last half hour.  Why don’t you head home?  I’ll close up.”

“I’ll gladly take you up on that offer. I’m feeling beat. I’ll do the day end sheets, I’ll do them tomorrow,” Shawna promised on a half yawn.

At five o’clock, she closed the shop and was heading outside as Maggy turned into the parking lot.  Cassy waved tapped her head and went to retrieve her drops.  She’d locked the door and turned to head toward Maggy when she spotted a man on the library steps.  It was an automatic response, as one does with someone new and different catches your eye.  Constable McKinney’s cautionary statement had her feeling edgy.

She immediately filled Maggy in on the day and Maggy in turn told her about the eerie feelings she’d had earlier spotting the guy on the library steps.  Their discussion confirmed it was probably the same man but when they turned to look he’d vanished.

“I don’t know how long he was out there.  I didn’t see him earlier.  I’ll have to ask Shawna.”

Their next stop was the grocery store.  Maggy couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that persisted, even though she hadn’t spotted anyone unusual.

Hauling the groceries inside they glanced at each other and said, ‘Moe’s’.  Maggy made a production out of rolling up her sleeves before dialing to order two chicken souvlaki roll-ups and Caesar salads.  Then they put the groceries away and flopping onto the sofa Maggy said, “Man I’m glad you agreed.  I’m just not into cooking tonight.”

“No, nor was I.”

“Want to see what’s on TV, perhaps a movie?”

“Sure, whatever you like.”

Since they were comfortably settled, Porsche hopped up and rubbed against Cassy’s hand. He quickly settled himself across her lap demanding attention.  “Hello beautiful.”  Cassy absently patted him as the movie played.  He gently nipped her fingers and she let him relax into sleep as they watched the movie and he moved when dinner arrived.

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Blindsided 13

Emails from Mystery Man

Joining Shawna, Cassy bent closer to the monitor and tried to read it.  “I can’t quite make it out but that is bizarre.”

“There are more…shall we?”

“Absolutely, I’m strangely curious now,” Cassy commented with a mixture of curiosity and nervous concern.

They went through over a dozen other emails from the ‘mystery man’

“This one says, ‘EveRY brEATh tAKen, I’ll be WatChinG yOu.’ The next one says, ‘BABy I’m waNTin yoU’ and then, let’s see, ‘Have you eVeR reAlly trIeD rEacHing ouT for thE oThEer siDe’.  “There are three more repetitions of these followed by the last one that says, ‘don’t fORGet it’ or the coSt wiLL be yoURs.’

“This is really creepy.  You know, I wouldn’t normally put too much stock in something like this but there are too many emails to ignore for a random act.”

“I would think so, Cassy, since they came on different days and were recorded at different times.  It feels premeditated, purposeful.  I know that sounds crazy, but I’ve got the cold chills crawling over my skin,” she admitted, rubbing her hands up and down her own arms before wrapping them securely around herself for comfort.

Cassy dialed 911.

Chapter 2

She explained to dispatch what had occurred and although the woman on the desk didn’t sound particularly interested, she confirmed a constable would arrive as soon as he was available.

A half hour later, a tall good-looking man wandered through the front door.  Although a few men accompanied their wife partner or girlfriend, few dared enter alone.

A friendly smiled and twinkle in her eye, Shawna welcomed him, “Hi, can I help you?”

“Yes, someone called about mysterious email…” he said once he’d reached the counter, measuring her as he spoke.

“Oh, yeah, that was Cassy, the owner…hang on I’ll get her.”

Poking her head into the inventory room, Shawna told Cassy the constable had arrived.”

The officer noted a beautiful young woman, about 25, 26 he figured, and gorgeous.

Flipping out his badge he introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Constable McKinney.”

Holding out a hand Cassy said, “Hi, Cassy Jeffreys, owner of Precious Little Gifts.”

“You mentioned receiving mysterious emails?”

“I don’t use my email account here for anything other than work.  These emails are addressed to me, personally via the company name and they are weird and disturbing, enough I felt I should call.”

“Ok, let’s see.”

“You’ll have to navigate yourself I’m afraid as I’m having some difficulty with my eyes at present.”

He took a closer look and noted very red and sore looking eyes.  “Allergies?”

“No.  Unfortunately, it’s a little more serious than that.”

He turned his attention back to the computer and began scrolling through the messages.  “Well . . . what have we here?” he said thoughtfully.

“Do you have any idea who this could be?”

“No idea.”

“What about the content, does it ring any bells?”

“Vaguely; although, I’m not sure why,” Cassy admitted.

“It appears they were all sent after my trip down island on Saturday.”

Looking up at her he asked, “Your trip?”

“Yes, to see an Ophthalmologist about my eyes,” she explained.

“You got back when?”

“Late Tuesday night.”

“I need to print these off and take them with me.  Don’t delete the originals leave them for our compu-tech to read; he should be able to discern where they originated from,” he informed her.  He asked the regular questions she’d expected and then some she hadn’t.  “Any irritated ex- lovers, boyfriends, husbands?”

“Not recently.  I was involved for a while with a man down island. We met on a buying trip but we mutually agreed, quite amicably, it wasn’t working so we called it off.” Her response was matter of fact and unemotional.

“We may have a problem here. I’m going to check in with a detective unit that specializes in unsolicited email attention.  See what they think; either way I’ll get back to you.”

“Please call the detachment if you receive any more of this!”  He waved the copies up and down, “or if you feel concerned at all, give us a call.”

“Such as?”

“This may be an unfortunate hoax sent to the wrong email.  Having said that, be alert and aware of your surroundings – watch for anything out of the ordinary – any other unusual emails or packages, especially if you weren’t expecting any.  Be on the watch for hang ups, messages on your phones here or at home and finally, if you’re followed. Call us immediately.”

“Ok, thank you, Officer McKinney.  I’ll do that.”

Shawna joined her, all agog, “Well, what did he say?” Cassy filled her in then put it out of her mind as the store got busy.

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Page 10     Calling Shawna

Picking up the phone, she hit speed dial and a sleepy voice said, “Hello?

“Hey, sleepy-head, how are you?”

“Oh man, I got off work at the Hotel at about two am this morning…ugh….”

“I hate to ask but I could really use your help today, even if it’s for a little while…” Cassy said, a hopeful note in her voice.

“Yeah, sure, can we make it 10:00 though?  Bye the time I wake up, shower and get a coffee, I’ll be alert enough to be of some assistance, I think.”

“Wonderful, Shawna, thank you.  That was what I was counting on.  See you then.”

Cassy wandered downstairs to the fridge and took out her drops and after using them, created a graph to record the times for both sets of drops.  She wasn’t about to risk leaving healing her eyes to chance. The store was a busy place and an unwanted distraction could mean risking forgetting or missing timing altogether.  Feeling a boost in confidence, she stuffed the paper into her pocket.

“Cassy, you ‘bout ready?  I made your favourite . . . coffee . . .” mirthful laughter sounded from below.

“I’ll be right down!”  Cassy promised knowing full well Maggy was the coffee guru and smiled delightedly.

While choosing a coordinating outfit the dawning realization she couldn’t see colour, even shades of colour was daunting realization.  Shaking her head, peering closer at the mirror at her own reflection, she stared as if that alone could rectify her current situation.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Not bad considering, how about you?”

“Like a dream.”

“And what a dream…hmhm.”

“Dare I ask?”  Cassy quipped.

“Sure, but this one is too good to share…sorry,” Maggy winked.

“Ook then!” Cassy chuckled.

“Could you drop me off at work today?  I can grab a cab home after….”

“Sure, and no, you will not grab a cab, I’ll be a few minutes late, but I’ll be there.”

“Thanks.”

They sat down to a quick breakfast consisting of yogurt, granola, slivered almonds while sipping coffee and studiously dismissing the concern at hand.

After refilling Porsche’s water and food, Cassy collected her drops and placed them in a baggy with ice.  Snagging her purse and briefcase along with a bagged lunch, Maggy placed the few dishes they’d used in the dishwasher and they left.

Maggy waved as Cassy safely entered the building then began rolling forward.  Normally she’d have turned right, but a sudden movement on the library steps caught her attention.   Noting the man staring intently at Cassy’s store with an inordinate interest she turned left instead making a quick and unexpected u-turn to drive slowly past him.

He ducked his head into a package and she couldn’t see his face.  Since she’d already made her interest known, she used the rear-view mirror to peer back at him.  The backward facing baseball cap, effectively covered his hair and he was decked out in unusually warm clothes for the weather which caught her attention. She wasn’t given to feeling antsy or edgy but something about him filled her with an unsettling foreboding she couldn’t explain.

Since it was a small tourist town, new people immediately stood out whether it was themselves personally or their vehicle.  Having said that, she still couldn’t let it go deciding to call Cassy later to find out whether she’d noticed him lurking around the vicinity of her store.

Cassy waved turned and awkwardly made her way down the row of clothes racks into bathroom where she flipped on the interior lights awaiting Shawna’s arrival.

First things first meant getting the till ready.  She hoped it had balanced on Saturday when Shawna was because with her vision as is, she couldn’t do anything about it.  Well damn!

It was frustrating as hell – peering at her store, unable to see the lilac and lime green borders or matching the pegboards or the items that hung on them.  Her imagination filled in the wire spools sanded and painted both colours.  She was hard-pressed to see the picket fencing standing against windows with baby clothes draped on hangers.  Although she could see the outfits hanging over the doweling between the windows, she had no idea about size or colour.  Her mind simply filled in the details from memory.

Black and silver hanging units slotted into the pegboard on the walls successfully sectioned off  age groups.  Metal racks stood evenly spaced for effortless maneuvering so little fingers couldn’t access the clothing or pull them down.

The back of the store was divided into two equal parts.  The left corner, a play area for toddlers and youngsters housing a little play house, gym and reading nook with plenty of books and toys for all ages.  The play area was a stroke of genius as parents could monitor their children, but freely shop undisturbed.

Book shelves acted as dividers between the play and eating areas which was spacious enough to house the spools acting as table along with washable plastic chairs. The two smaller spools for tots were covered with blackboard paint and a ready supply of chalk stood in a cubby she’d stapled to the side of the table.

The opposite side of the ell contained her cash register and supplies for tagging and marking along with specially designed bags for advertising purposes.   Her desk, computer, filing cabinets catalogues and paperwork stood behind the other shelving, well hidden from view of customers.

The existing bathroom had been re-plumbed and other than a fresh paint job, the only other addition she added was a six-foot silver framed mirror and hooks on one side for customers use while trying on the clothes.

Part of the joy of owning the shop was creating eye-catching displays, re-working the existing, and especially the regular customers who had come to rely on her expertise.

As an agent for several name brands, she ordered dresses and outfits for a recent addition for teens and grads but quickly becoming popular for weddings as well.  Gorgeous gowns and even little tuxes for babies hung side by side now greatly in demand.

She sighed deeply.  She’d worked so desperately hard for this and for the first time since she’d opened shop, felt nervous.  If these eye sight issue persisted would she be able to continue, and if not, what then?

Shawna arrived a half hour later and one look at Cassy had her asking, “What the hell happened to you?”

“Not really sure…listen, I may have to take some time off if this doesn’t get better soon, are you up for some full-time work?  I know we talked about July and August, but I may need you sooner…”

“Yeah, sure…I’m only working a couple of graveyard shifts at the Hotel, I can handle it.”

“What’s going on?”

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Blindsided confusion

My son fixed several problems that cropped up with my site and the update with wp.  While it fixed some problems, it seems to have begun duplicating my posts, so another problem to fix.  I only mention this as the story numbers are now confusing and it seems some are missing. hmmm.

I will painstakingly figure out what’s happened which means going back to day one and re-reading every post to make sure they are in order, while deleting the additional ones.  I apologize for any confusion.  I’ve started at 170 and 171 which are the latest (that’s probably not the correct chapter post) but it’s far enough ahead I can go back and fix the problem or re-arrange.

Thank you, all my faithful followers, who have found the story interesting. I will get there!  Limited sight makes it a challenge, but I am determined to prevail! woot.

Thanks again for your patience. I truly appreciate it. 🙂

Blindsided 10

Maggy patiently waited until Cassy was safely inside before she started rolling forward.  Normally Maggy would have turned right, but a sudden movement on the library steps caught her attention.   A man sat staring intently at Cassy’s store with an inordinate interest she turned left instead making a quick and unexpected u-turn to drive slowly past him.

He ducked his head into a package and she couldn’t see his face.  Because she’d already made her interest obvious, she used the rear view mirror instead. The backward facing baseball cap, effectively covered his hair and he was decked out in unusually warm clothes for the weather which also caught her attention.  If asked she couldn’t explain why she found him unsettling or why his presence troubled her.  She wasn’t usually antsy nor edgy.

It was a small town, someone new immediately stood out whether it was their car or person and it was a tourist town.  Having said that, she still couldn’t let it go and decided to call Cassy later to find out whether she’d noticed him lurking around the vicinity of her store.

Locking the door, Cassy waved, turned and awkwardly made her way down the row of clothes racks into bathroom where she flipped on the interior lights awaiting Shawna’s arrival.

First things first meant getting the till ready.  She hoped it had balanced on Saturday because with her vision as is, she couldn’t do anything about it.  Damn!

It was frustrating as hell – peering at her store, unable to see the lilac and lime green borders or matching  the pegboards or the items that hung on them.  Her imagination filled in the wire spools sanded and painted both colours.  She was hardpressed to see the picket fencing standing against windiws with baby clothes draped on hangers.  Although she cold see that outfits hung over the doweling between the windows, she couldn’t have said what colour or size they were.  Her memory filled in the rest.

Black and silver hanging units slotted into the pegboard on the walls, and sectioned off into age groups.  Metal racks stood evenly spaced for effortless maneuvering so little fingers couldn’t access the clothing or pull them down.

The back of the store was divided into two equal parts.  The left corner, a play area for toddlers and youngsters housing a pretty little play house, slide and reading nook with plenty of books and toys for all ages.  The play area was a stroke of genius allowing parents to monitor their children while they were free to shop undisturbed.

Book shelves acted as dividers between the play and eating areas which was spacious enough to house the spools acting as table along with washable plastic chairs. The two smaller spools for tots were covered with blackboard paint and a ready supply of chalk stood in a cubby she’d stapled to the side of the table.

The opposite side of the ell contained her cash register and supplies for tagging and marking along with specially designed bags for advertising purposes.   Her desk, computer, filing cabinets catalogues and paperwork stood behind the other shelving, well hidden from view of customers.

The existing bathroom had been re-plumbed and other than a fresh paint job, the only other addition she added was a six foot silver framed mirror and hooks on one side for customers use while trying on the clothes.

Part of the joy of owning the shop was creating eye-catching displays, re-working the existing, and especially the regular customers who had come to rely on her expertise.

As an agent for several big name brands, she ordered dresses and outfits for a  recent addition for teens and grads but quickly becoming popular for weddings as well.  Gorgeous gowns and even little tuxes for babies hung side by side now greatly in demand.

She sighed deeply.  She’d worked so desperately hard for this and for the first time since she’d opened shop, felt nervous.  If these eye sight issue persisted would she be able to continue, and if not, what then?

Shawna arrived a half hour later and one look at Cassandra had her asking, “What the hell happened to you?”

“Not really sure…listen, I may have to take some time off if this doesn’t get better soon, are you up for some full time work?  I know we talked about July and August, but I may need you sooner….”

“Yeah, sure….I’m only working a couple of graveyard shifts at the Hotel, I can handle it.”

“So what’s going on?”

Nest

Nest

Your home is your nest

A place truly blessed

Your personal retreat

Even if a little offbeat

It offers more than shelter

It is the heart and center

Of family and friends

And so often blends

Days weeks years decades and more

Memories contained we can’t ignore

Awe yes, a family nest

All walk here, truly are blessed

 

November Notes – Anna Nalick (Wreck of the Day)

Love isn’t supposed to hurt

Or leave you laying in the dirt

I ask myself every single day

Why I feel like such a castaway

Alone with myself or in pain

Why do I need to complain

If love isn’t supposed to hurt

Or leave you laying in the dirt

I ask myself every single day

If there is another way

I’ve loved you for so long

I don’t want to play along

If love isn’t supposed to hurt

Then let me heal my heart