Just another week in the Country Side...
And its another day here at the Kilmurry Hospital Ward. Disaster Cat is doing quite well, but husband now has terrible sore throat and house mate a very painful back. Which didn't stop a quick trip into town and a pass at the library to drop off the three-month over-due library books. There wasn't really time to pick out any more books today though, so I wasn't able to see if there were any more gems lurking there. Hopefully next week. I don't mind the lack of choice at the library so much, now that I have a Filament e-book reader. Sometime this week I hope to do my promised review of this object. Lets just say for now that, it works and I get to read a lot more books. Both of which rate pretty highly in my book.
Husband is planing on going back to the doctor first thing tomorrow morning. I hope they can sort him out this time. This weekend we are sch dueled to be "hotel Kilmurry" hosting a number of people. Including the family that used to live here (with their now two children) and husband's best friend (The Bear) who may be about to go through a messy divorce from his wife (The Fox). Which leaves Disaster Cat muddled somewhere in the middle. The Fox is currently in the US and was supposed to come back on Thursday, but now this looks like its not going to happen. But since it has already changed several times in the last 48 hours, its hard to know for sure exactly what is happening. Whatever happens, it is unlikely that The Bear is going to be in very good mood. This may not be enhanced by the fact that the other visiting family is also headed by another "The Bear" (we call him The Bear in the Big Blue House or Lox's Bear ). Like two bears in the wild, these two do now willingly share territories very well. Lox (as in Goldilox) knows her Bear can be a bit difficult at the best of times (he has the honor of being only one of two people I have every thrown out of my kitchen, the other was a former boyfriend). I'm not sure how its going to all pan out when the other Bear (The Grizzly One) is already on his hind legs and looking for something to tear apart and devour. On the other hand, it may all go swimmingly as The Lizard has decided to get at least two bottles of port, in case The Big Bear is over come with the need every male animal seems to have when he's breaking up with a mate. The need to spend endless hours repeating to his buddies (between sips of any number of alcoholic brews)the immortal words....
"The Bitch, The Bitch the.....G...D....Bitch" and things not meant for tiny ears to hear.
Which means I suspect that Lox and I may retire upstairs, babes in hand. Where we can cheerfully engage in girl talk...though since my course of anti-biotic will be finished, perhaps we will nip a bottle of port for ourselves on the way out? ....
Who ever said life in close knit group of friends would be boring? Its not like we all even live near each other, but since we are all in the same re-enactment group (SCA) we see each other often and relate like small town neighbors. And sometimes it even is the neighbors. One of our friends here in the village has started sewing clothing (aka garb) for SCA members who would rather pay than do it themselves. I ran into her in the village post office this afternoon and the first topic of conversation was....
"so, is SHE coming back from America this week or not?"
no need to name, SHE, we both knew. Even though the real rumors only started this morning and were confirmed late this afternoon. Like any break up, this is not a happy event, but it sure is causing a stir among the natives. I really feel sorry for both parties involved, such things are never pleasant. And there is simply no way to keep everything private in a group this closely tied together. On the other hand, it may be somewhat less awkward with one party electing to stay on another continent. That way the two principle parties will not have to constantly encounter one another every time they turn around.
Unlike the last couple trauma in the group. In that one, one week went by between the prospective groom asking me all sorts of "since you an older married women can you suggest this or that for my bride," to his intended ditching him the weekend of the blessed event! And as if that were not enough, she then moved in with one of his best friends a couple of weeks later. Thankfully this young women is in another EU country, but because we all travel so much, they are still plenty of opportunities for awkward moments. I am seldom at a loss for words, but I became positively tongue tied the first time I had to interact with everyone in the same room. It will pass, these sorts of things always do, but boy can they be a social nightmare for friends. Not to mention pulling a bloody claw across the open wound of the one unlucky to be suffering from a broken heart. Its hard to blame anyone in these situations, the new couple are radiant, they are in love. The jilted lover tries to put a good face on things, but he's in agony. Not even knowing that if something like this is to happen, its so much better before the wedding (no matter how close) than after. That is knowledge for the head, not the heart. Heads can come to an understanding, hearts just dull a little over time.
But, now that crises is being replaced by a new one. Since I am very close to The Big Bear (he's like a younger brother to me) I hope that things get sorted very soon. Bad as this is, dragging it out will only make it worse. Meanwhile, I think we should include some six packs of beer along with that port. Or maybe, just maybe, a nice bottle of mind-numbing Irish wisky.....nothing like a little Water of Life when life isn't flowing so well....
Stay Tuned for further chapters of: As Kilmurry Turns....a serialized drama in multiple parts...
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