It’s been six weeks since wildfire claimed our home. Then, to add injury to insult, I was diagnosed with covid three weeks ago and am now on the road to recovery. To say that the Fall of 2020 has been less than kind is an understatement. I am trying to keep a positive attitude, and … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 6
This has been a very long week — of doing not much of anything. I am down with a positive covid diagnosis, so I’ve been stuck in this same damned room for the last week. To say I’m bored out of my gourd is an understatement. And until I’m covid-free, I’m stuck in neutral. My … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 5
Because so many homes were affected by the Northern Colorado fires, rebuilding resources are spread thin. We are fortunate that some of our neighbors are contractors, so they have connections to which we wouldn’t otherwise have access. That doesn’t mean that our project is moving along with any speed, though. We still have to get … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 4
It’s been hard to visit what was once our home. I have only been there once so far. This is some of what I saw. (C) 2020, JJ ShaunA small utility trailer. (C) 2020, JJ ShaunThe side of the house. (C) 2020, JJ ShaunNear the back door. (C) 2020, JJ ShaunMy library should be here. … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 2
Two weeks ago, I dreamed that our house burned to the ground. First Reader and I were evacuated the Wednesday morning before this dream invaded my sleep. Best Riding Friend offered an invitation to camp at her place for as long as our evacuation lasted. Our two oldest fur-babies went to their usual sitter while … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream
First Reader and I are going on our fifth day of home displacement. After an already tense few days, we learned that the fire roared through our community yesterday. As of this posting, we have no idea whether or not we still have a home to which to return. We are keeping a positive outlook, … Continue reading Evacuation Day 4
At dawn, Master Henrick bellowed orders to the drovers and guards as the camp stirred. As men, dwarves, and elves moved around the wagons, a short, squat figure approached the area where the group had laid their heads the previous night. “Top o’ th’ morn’, to ye,” a gravelly voice hailed with a slight bow … Continue reading Chapter 8: Blessings
Five weary travelers slipped onto the main trade road between caravans. They walked the well-trodden trade road toward the city of Blackmoor. By sunset, they had caught up with the procession they’d followed. They gnawed the few strips of the leftover darnni meat as they found a suitable spot near the wagons. Sam and Chase … Continue reading Chapter 7: Alliances
Long before false dawn, Sam had the group up and making the tiny clearing look as unused as possible. He knew it would be impossible considering that it had been occupied by five people, four of whom did not know how to walk softly. The girls came close, but Sam thought Chase was a lost … Continue reading Chapter 6: Pursuit
Taliesin could tell that Sam was not human, but wasn’t sure what he was. Sam had an energy, an aura, about him that Taliesin could almost see and could certainly feel. The day wore on as the tiny being taught them the basics of surviving in the wildlands of Adaran. Tal finally relaxed around him … Continue reading Chapter 5: Questions
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