Something old, something new…. and no, I’m not getting married again. At least, not this month. But the “something new” in the title of this post is certainly connected. We gave up on Christmas presents years ago and prefer to make a celebration out of dates that mean something to us, like birthdays and our wedding anniversary. The latter, in particualar, is becoming more of an event as the numbers get bigger. Food is usually involved, as is travel. And this year I’ve been looking forward to riding a horse on a beach on the actual day. Neither one of us are horse people, it’s just something I’ve always wanted to do.
Something else we’ve kept mentioning is one day going to watch live cricket. And it just so happens that England will be playing the West Indies while we’re on St. Kitts. And we have front-row seats!!! Did I mention that I just about understand the basics and won’t be able to appreciate any wizardry happening in front of me? And that the Kittians are cricket-mad?
I think I’ll need Jack to explain to me how this is logical. But we’re determined to have a blast trying new things until the day they nail us into a pine box. And I’m convinced the experience will make it into a story at some point if it works out, just as riding a snowmobile on a frozen river has done. 😉
As for the “something old” in the title? I’ve been trying to ignore the mess that’s a result of the builders slowly putting our living room back together by making an attempt to streamline my study. And in one of the boxes filled with scribblings I found…. this. And it fit right in with the scifi / dystopian vibe I’ve got going at the moment. I even have a Tiger picture to go with… even though I’m not sure we even had our Oscar when I wrote that. And he came to us in 1999!
Still, have fun! And I’ll happily take any suggestions as to where this snip might end….
As soon as the sentence had been announced, they came and took our cat away. I should have expected that. After all, Tom is registered to my name and I had been sentenced to death. But I hadn’t, and I couldn’t bear to see the empty cat bed in our bedroom, the empty dishes in the kitchen and the empty look in Duncan’s eyes.
He would be quite unable to cope without company when I’m gone.
So, very early the next morning, I went out and used one of my three wishes of the condemned to get Tom registered to Duncan and bring him back home. I got a fair number of strange looks, but the transaction went through quickly enough.
However stupid they might have thought me, last wishes are still sacrosanct.
Tom wasn’t too upset by his night away from home and, after that, life seemed almost normal.
In the afternoon, we went shopping. We blew most of our savings on luxuries: real butter, fresh asparagus, eggs, and red wine. Alcohol is not available for general purchase, so the wine was my second wish. The third was a permit for Duncan, to allow him to share it with me.
We had a lovely meal with first rate food, candles, and our favourite music. When we talked, it was of the past. Things we had seen, people we’d met.
Not once did we mention the trial or the sentence.
We stayed up until our store of candles was gone, then lay on the bed tightly holding one another. Neither one of us could sleep, and Tom sensed that something was amiss, too. He did not sleep in his basket that night, but curled up on the bed with us.