Heaven on a Saturday night: an entertainment.

2 Jun

 
 
Yeah, we’re drinking and we’re dancin’
but there’s nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night…
Closing Time. Leonard Cohen


In the resort town of Cancún on Mexico’s Caribbean coast, Melanie Rose once saved the life of her only grandson, Phoenix. It happened like this.

The family were gathered together under the thatched roof of a large palapa that was positioned between the turquoise lagoon and the swimming pool of the apartment complex where Phoenix lived with his mother and father, and his older sister, Sophie-Louise.  Melanie was visiting from Australia, in time for her grandson’s second birthday party. Also visiting were the grandparents from Canada, and Phoenix’s uncle and aunt who’d flown in from Las Vegas.

It was one of those momentos peligrosos, when everyone thought somebody else was watching the children. Phoenix, wearing only his damp nappies, lowered his bottom onto the edge of the swimming pool and dangled his infant feet in the water. Melanie, who had been gazing into the crystalline depths of the lagoon looking for alligators and had her back turned, felt a sudden twinge of alarm. She swung around in time to see four-and-a-half year-old Sophie-Louise gently rock her little brother by his shoulders until she found the tipping point that would cause him to roll off the familiar blue-tiled edges of his life, and into that foreign element, the clear blue water.

Melanie yelled. At a speed no one could calculate, she shoved the adults out of her way and sent a table crowded with icy bottles of Corona, slices of lemon wedged in their long necks, crashing to the concrete floor of the palapa.

‘What the fuck…’ exclaimed the uncle from Vegas.

Melanie reached the pool and flung herself into it. Phoenix was by now slowly descending to the bottom for the third time.

She grabbed the baby’s nappy. Then she grabbed his slippery, passive body. She pulled him up to the surface where for a long moment he lay collapsed on her shoulder, gasping intermittently like a dying blowfish.  Everyone ran yelling to the edge of the pool, features distorted with fear. The baby blinked, and looked at his stricken relatives. He let out a shocking yowl and spewed up a great deal of chlorinated water that cascaded down his grandmother’s back. The uncle from Vegas took the screaming baby from Melanie and gave him to his mother. Then he helped Mel out of the pool.

‘Thank God you saw what was happening!’ the Canadian grandmother cried. ‘Thank God you were watching!’

The uncle’s glamorous wife, formerly a Rockette with New York’s Radio City Music Hall and now pregnant with their first child, set about berating Phoenix’s father, and telling anyone who’d listen that no way, no frickin’ way, would she ever let any of her children anywhere near a swimming pool unless she had them by the hand at all frickin’ times.  Holy crap, she finished up, and blew a cracking great bubble with her gum. Phoenix’s father gave her the finger behind her back, as he hurried his wife and their bellowing child back to their apartment. Sophie-Louise, who understandably didn’t want to accompany them, found herself scooped up under her father’s arm and carried off regardless.

It was very hot in the Caribbean at that time of the year, but Mel felt chilled to her bones. She went up to the apartment and had a long hot shower. Then she sat on the edge of her bed and cried into her hands. Sophie-Louise was taking an extended time out in a corner of the sitting room. No one was allowed to speak to her. She sat with her face to the wall, and sucked hard on the two middle fingers of her right hand. Now and then she took the fingers out of her mouth so she could give full voice to a series of wild sobs. Phoenix’s mother and father had him in the bath, playing with his ducks, apparently almost over his ordeal. In a sterling effort to keep the party going, the Canadian grandparents were barbequing the arachera on the grill near the lagoon. The uncle from Vegas, who was a principal dancer in a show at the Bellagio Hotel on the Las Vegas Boulevarde, walked round the palapa saying, ‘Fuck,’ over and over again, while running both hands through his blond-streaked hair. He looked a lot like Brad Pitt.

The party, really, was over.

Next morning, a fragile Melanie sat on the edge of the wooden dock, and watched a Mexican soldier from the barracks next door swim in the emerald lagoon, as he did every day for twenty minutes. Two alligators lurking beneath the dock ignored him. Who in possession of their senses would do such a reckless thing, she marvelled. When the soldier got out, the alligators cruised over to the mangroves. A hurricane the previous October had left the mangroves bereft of foliage, as if they had been napalmed. In the midst of great storm surges the lagoon had broken its banks, spilling the alligators out into the downtown streets. Melanie wondered if the aftermath of that trauma might account for their present lack of interest in human prey.

Cancún was a cultural shock for Mel. Every morning she swam in the Caribbean. The sea surface was like blue-green translucent glass. Patches of indigo bloomed over its deeps. She lay in the shallows on bone white sand, while tiny striped fish nibbled at her feet.  In the distance she saw lavish cruise ships bound for the island of Cozumel. Some afternoons when the children were sleeping, Mel rode the buses into the downtown where people without financial resources lived in tarpaper shacks, and starved dogs loafed in the middle of unpaved streets. In the Zona Hoteleria, where she was staying with her family, the dogs wore leather leads and their coats shone. High wrought iron gates protected the apartment compound. The shopping malls were temples, offering up every imaginable treasure. There were pyramid-shaped hotels, an indifferent reference to the ancient Mayan culture of the Yucatán peninsula. These hotels had infinity pools, and white-coated Mexican attendants who probably lived in the downtown brought food and drink to where their guests lay sprawled on four-poster beds with sheer curtains.

Downtown bus rides were always interesting. For six pesos she could ride several miles down the coast through the ramshackle suburbs to the ferry terminal for Isla Mujeres and back again to Wal-Mart. She always sat next to a window (downtown buses had no air-conditioning) and lost herself in that delicious state that is reminiscent of being a child in a pram, when you are taken everywhere and have no responsibility at all for watching where you’re going. The temporary absence of this responsibility was particularly enjoyable in Cancun where you were likely to fall into holes full of all kinds of unpleasant substances whenever you walked down the street.

Not many gringos take downtown buses in Cancun, Mel discovered. It’s dangerous, they think. It’s full of Mexicans. This conflation of ordinary Mexicans with danger seemed to be American conventional wisdom around the Caribbean coast. Rather like the Australian conflation of refugees with terrorists, Mel thought.

When Mel got home after her first trip and told them where’d she’d been, her son, who was watching CNN and drinking a beer while children swung shrieking from his arms and legs, was upset.

‘Take taxis, please, Mum,’ he groaned, and ran his free hand through his short blond hair as the children latched onto his ankles. He was wearing his glasses and they made him look serious. Her heart expanded at the sight of him all over with children. To see your child at play with his own children. One could die happy after that.

‘You have to Be Careful in the downtown, Mum. Gringos get in trouble down there and you can’t count on the police. Don’t do anything stupid.’

There’s an interesting turnaround,Mel thought. He’s telling me not to do anything stupid? When did he become so conservative, this boy who used to think he’d had a good day if he and his mates managed to aggravate the bus driver till they were finally thrown off the 380 while all the grown-ups cheered?

At the lagoon, Mel was suddenly overwhelmed by a powerful yearning for her home on the temperate south east Australian seaboard. The landscape there took a different dramatic turn, she felt, and one that was not quite as emotionally demanding. She gazed at the tropical morning sky, already trembling with humidity, and breathed deeply. She let the previous day’s trauma play itself out again in her mind. She needed a bit of time to herself, she decided. Let everyone else take care of things for a while and hopefully, nobody would drown while she wasn’t there.

Her yearning for home gradually mellowed into a low-grade nostalgia that wasn’t entirely unpleasant, she reflected. She had always found the perverse satisfactions that sometimes accompany yearning, interesting. In the dusky Caribbean evenings, Mel often heard a woman in one of the upstairs apartments play Andrea Bocelli singing Spanish love songs that were filled with yearning. The woman, Alexandria, turned out to be the star of a long-running Mexican soap opera. She had an Argentine boyfriend with long black hair that he wore in a ponytail.  He had an outrageously flirtatious manner. He kissed the hand of Melanie Rose when they encountered one another in the garden, and told her how beautiful she looked, even when she was bedraggled from the pool, and hung about with squirming grandchildren. Mel appreciated the attention, though she recognised it as an Argentine social convention that meant nothing.

Very early one morning, the boyfriend was forcibly removed from Alexandria’s apartment by a posse of federales. Melanie and her family watched from their windows, woken by his shouts and Alexandria’s screams, and the barked commands of the police as they marched him past the swimming pool and through the high iron gates of the compound.

For several days Alexandria was seen pacing the gardens with her friends, chain smoking, her hair awry, and wearing grubby tracksuit pants. Everyone thought it was drugs. He had been seen, it was rumoured, leaving a luxury yacht tied up to the dock in the middle of the night, in the company of gold-draped Colombian ruffians in Armani shirts, all of them carrying large, soft parcels.

After these events, Alexandria stopped playing Bocelli at dusk, and eventually disappeared to Mexico City, where her soapie was filmed.

 

In the beachside village of Riley’s Point, Victoria, Australia, where Melanie lived, she once saved the life of her old friend Hannah’s grandson. It happened like this.

It was Hannah’s birthday party. All her family and close friends were gathered in her front garden. This garden ran down to the road. On the other side of the road was the river. The road was generally quiet. The garden was unfenced.

It was one of those dangerous moments when everyone thought somebody else was looking out for the children. For some reason, Mel, who had been watching a pod of dolphins at play in the far reaches of the river, turned around in time to see George, Hannah’s two-year-old grandson, seize the day and take off down the garden and into the road, well on his way to his goal, the water.

Melanie yelled. At a speed no one could calculate, she shoved the adults out of her way and sent a table crowded with chilled bottles of Moet thudding to the grass. As she gained on the child she stopped yelling, understanding that he thought it was a game, and that he should run faster.

Mel’s greatest fear was that a car would come around the corner and take them both out. She flung herself on the laughing child, and they crashed to the bitumen together.  She grabbed George’s corduroy pants and pulled him close, then wrapped her arms around his sturdy, wriggling body, and limped them both back to the garden. The adults ran to meet them. George was pulled from Mel’s arms by his terrified mother. He immediately began to scream, and soon spewed up large quantities of cake. Hannah took Melanie into the house and they wept in each other’s arms.

‘Thank God you saw him!’ Hannah sobbed. ‘Thank God!’

George’s granddad, Simon, for whom Mel had never had a great deal of time, sat ashen-faced in a patio chair saying ‘Fuck,’ over and over again. He had no hair through which to run his hands. Simon was a retired surgeon who had once operated on the famous and wealthy. To balance out privilege, he went voluntarily to the middle-east. Here he operated by torchlight in tents, repairing children damaged by the artillery of western forces who were engaged in an ongoing struggle to embed a liberal democracy in the hearts and minds of highly resistant desert cultures. Mel thought Simon was one of those people she just couldn’t like, no matter that he did good things. It was the self-important way in which he did them, she’d decided, that discouraged her admiration.

Simon had never looked anything like Brad Pitt.

In Cancún, it was bedtime for Sophie-Louise.

‘Tell me a story, Grandma,’ she begged.

‘Okay,’ Mel agreed, ‘but just one ‘cos Momma says you have to go to sleep.’

The child and her grandmother snuggled up close. The child put the two middle fingers of her right hand into her mouth, and sucked. Mel ran her fingers through Sophie-Louise’s dark curls, and kissed the top of her head. Mel loved it that her grandchildren had her dark hair and unusual amber eyes. It was a miracle, she reflected, to live long enough to see yourself in your child’s child. These days Mel added a bit of colour to her hair, as she wasn’t yet ready to give in to grey. Her eyes were not as clear as perhaps they once had been, but they were still attractive. She worked at staying relatively slim. She used to work in Foreign Affairs and was now retired, though she kept up.

‘Once upon a time,’ she now began, ‘ there was a little girl who wanted to be an angel. She didn’t mean that she wanted to be dead and in heaven, because that’s not where she thought angels were. She thought they might be like human beings you couldn’t see, who came and sat by you when you were feeling sad and a little lonely, and even if you couldn’t see them you knew they were there, and your heart got lighter and you felt better. The little girl couldn’t really explain all this to her grandma because she was too young to have the words. So it all stayed as pictures in her mind that she thought about every night before she fell asleep.’

‘Grandma,’ Sophie-Louise interrupted, pulling her fingers out of her mouth with a loud glop. ‘Did they have big white wings and twinkly lights around their heads?’

‘No, my love,’ Mel replied. ‘They just looked like everybody else.’

‘Grandma, I don’t want to be an angel, I want to be a princess.’

‘Well, that’s okay, you can do that.’

‘Grandma, you know my little brother?’

‘I think I do,’ Mel laughed.

‘Well, actually, I know I’m lucky to have a little brother, but I didn’t really want him.’

Sophie Louise gazed at her grandmother with her large, amber eyes, and waited.

Mel considered this information in the light of the previous day’s events. Then she moved on.

‘Do you have fun with Phoenix sometimes?’ she asked.

‘Yes, if he’ll be the handsome prince. But Grandma, he just every time takes my glass slippers and wears them and puts on all my jewels and he shouldn’t do that if he’s the prince!’

‘We are getting him a Spiderman suit,’ Melanie confided, and tucked Sophie-Louise firmly into her bed.

In Riley’s Point, Mel sat watching television with her best friend and housemate, Ruby. The two had met during Mel’s first marriage when Ruby, who had broken away from her family’s artistic traditions and established herself as a flamboyant but highly successful stockbroker, was engaged by Mel’s husband to take care of his portfolio. This she had done brilliantly, if at times unnervingly. Ruby was smart enough to get out of the profession when she recognised she was done with it and could afford a comfortable retirement. After Mel’s second marriage faltered, Ruby invited her to come and stay in the Point for a while, till she found her feet again. Mel had never left.

The rich red hair of Ruby’s younger years had turned prematurely white and she’d lately taken to dying it cherry. Currently the colour had paled to pink, and was growing out. Her head looked like a wedge of coconut ice. This caused her no concern. Ruby had light blue eyes and pale skin. She was rotund, and physically strong. Her hands were large and competent, her well-muscled legs and broad feet held her firmly to the earth.

She had absolutely no sense of dressing herself up. Mel had given up trying to change this. Ruby was happy in ragged shorts and T-shirts and Blundstone boots. When she went to her voluntary work at the Riley’s Point library she wore linen pants and ironed shirts and looked well enough turned out, if conservative, Mel told her. Most of Ruby’s clothes had belonged to a dead friend. She hadn’t had to buy anything for years. That pleased her, as she deeply loathed shopping for clothes, though if you put her in a supermarket she had a keen eye for value. She was also an inveterate reader of labels. This habit infuriated Mel. She would not shop with Ruby, unless she’d been trapped into it. Mel’s idea of grocery shopping was to bolt up and down the aisles and grab everything they might some day need as quickly as possible, no matter where it came from, hurl it in the cart, fly through the checkout, and then go look at clothes.

Ruby liked to venture into uncharted bush with their large black and white dog Bruce, rescued from the pound several years ago when he was very small. She took a machete, and hacked out corridors for the wildlife, whose usual tracks had become overgrown by lantana and garden weeds. Ruby taught Bruce to spot koalas. He stood at the bottom of the tree with his head raised, his whole body aquiver, and then he pointed with his paw, like a retriever. There was no other evidence of that breed in him, though he displayed the genes of cattle dogs, border collies, great danes, staffies and possibly greyhounds. Ruby had also trained him to leave all living things alone, and while he trembled and groaned with excitement at the sight of kangaroos, wallabies, goannas and pythons, he never barked, or chased them. Ruby carried out this training quietly, her soft, intense murmur rewarded with instant obedience from the dog, her calm congratulations rewarding him when he did well. Only when he dug up her plants did she yell at him, and so unused was he to the sound of her raised voice that when it happened, he fled to find Mel and nuzzle up for comfort.

‘Don’t you dare hug that dog!’ Ruby would yell at Mel. ‘He’s dug up my best saplings!’

Mel’s own manner of being with Bruce was very different: she was extravagant with her love, hugging him, kissing his head, and allowing him to sleep on her bed. Bruce accepted both women and showed no confusion; on the rare occasions that Mel reprimanded him he fled to Ruby. Ruby had it that Mel was too quick to defend him, but he was a poor dog, Mel protested, without language, and allowances must be made for this.

‘He’s got language, all right,’ Ruby muttered darkly as she filled in yet another excavation.

There was a trying period when Bruce dug a large hole just inside the front gate every time they went out, so whoever came home first fell in it. This practice ceased one day, as inexplicably as it had begun.

Loving a dog was a joyful experience, Mel often felt, for the dog is wholly other, and a constant source of wonder and amazement because of that. Dog is responsive: his dog feelings are at the ready and vibrantly expressed, he uses his voice as best he can to communicate. His emotions are straight-forward, you know where you are with dog. Dog won’t dissemble and throw you into confusion with words that do not seem to mean what they say. A dog can be completely what he is.  She loved the dog-ness of him, she told Ruby. The dog-ness.

‘Have I ever told you how I saved the lives of two little children, at opposite sides of the world?’ Mel asked Ruby that night in a commercial break. They’d been watching The Sopranos, her favourite show. Ruby found the violence hard to take. Mel told her not to watch the violent bits but when Ruby tried this, she found she had her hand over her eyes for almost an hour.  Bruce slept soundly on his bed.

Mel muted the television and recounted the stories.

‘Oh my, I didn’t know any of that, I wasn’t at either of those parties.’

Ruby took off her glasses and cleaned them with her t-shirt.

‘And you’re not even a fireman or anybody who’d expect to have to save children,’ she observed.

They sat in silence for a while. Bruce yelped in his dreams, and tried to flee an enemy while lying on his side on his blanket.

‘The thing is,’ Mel said finally, ‘I’ve always regarded myself as a bit thoughtless in some ways. Not the kind of person who’d be watching the children while nobody else was. I wasn’t actually watching the children either time, though,’ she corrected herself. ‘Something just made me turn around at the very instant they both became imperilled.’

‘Imperilled,’ Ruby repeated slowly, running her tongue around the syllables. ‘Im-per-illed. Now there’s a fine word.’

She got up to make the hot chocolate, and let the dog out for his last pee of the night.

‘You’re a guardian angel,’ she remarked as she walked past Melanie Rose. She patted her on her head, like she did the dog.

‘Guardian angel,’ she repeated.

Melanie received an invitation to her niece’s spring wedding. This niece, extravagantly named Anna-Maria Magdalena Rosita for reasons nobody understood, wanted them all in pastels, with matching hats and gloves. It was better for the photographs, she said, if there were no primary colours. Mel dearly loved her only brother’s only child, otherwise she might have become snippy about the dress code. She’d imagined herself in something low cut and vermilion, worn with long black boots and the earrings she’d found in the markets in Mexico City. These earrings were made from beer bottle tops that contained a picture of the Virgin of Guadeloupe on the front, and read Cerveza Clara Dos Equis XX Lager Especial on the back.

Pastels did not generally suit Mel.

She searched through the envelope to see if there was a gift list. There wasn’t. The young couple, it eventuated, thought such lists were tasteless and greedy, and preferred to risk a dozen toasters that they’d have to exchange at a later date.

This would be the first celebratory occasion Melanie had attended since rescuing young George. She’d had enough of rescuing babies, she decided, and had now become self-conscious about her role at gatherings. People might expect her to be watching out for the little ones, and her very presence could cause a dangerous lapse in the other adults’ attentions.

It was with a great deal of relief, then, that she discovered a small note inside the invitation. We don’t want to offend anyone, the note read, but we have decided to keep our wedding an adults-only affair, and we ask you not to bring your children.

‘Yes!’ yelled Mel, fallen guardian angel. ‘No kids!’

At the wedding, which was held in the hinterland behind Riley’s Point, everything went according to plan. The celebrant, as expected, stumbled over the bride’s first names. There were no children, all the women obediently wore pastels, and most of them had acceded to the request for hats and gloves. Women frequently reveal their generosity of spirit at the weddings of other women. It is the bride’s day, and only a drop-kick dead jealous slag would refuse to observe her wishes. At least, that was how Ruby put it.

The reception was held on the banks of a river swollen with spring rains. Mel stood sipping champagne, gazing at the changing colours of the distant hills, as daytime turned slowly into lilac dusk. Her high heels had sunk deep into the damp paddock grass. A twinge of alarm disturbed her meditations, and caused her to turn and look back at the river. There she saw the bride’s father, a little the worse for drink, teetering dangerously on the bank. As she watched, unbelieving, he listed gently, then slowly toppled sideways into a deep pool.

Melanie yelled at the top of her voice. She dropped her champagne glass and pulled off her pastel hat. She kicked off her high-heeled shoes and raced towards the river, knocking everyone out of her way. She leapt fully clothed into the deep pool and grabbed the father of the bride in the rescue hold she’d been taught as a girl in the lifesaving classes she’d attended on Saturday mornings at the local swimming pool.

The wedding guests clambered and slid down the bank, and helped pull the two of them out of the river. The pastels and high heels suffered irreparable damage. The father of the bride was laid on his side on the grass. His terrified wife hooked strands of riverweed out of his mouth with her red-tipped fingers. After a few anxious moments he coughed, then spewed up copious amounts of all kinds of things nobody wanted to think about.

When he was recovered enough, they all trooped back to the Manor where they were staying the night, before seeing the newlyweds off on their honeymoon in the Mexican Caribbean resort of Cancún after breakfast the next day.

‘There’s no doubt about you,’ Ruby observed as she ran a bath for the shivering Mel. ‘You can spot the imperilled a mile off.’

Ruby had also scored an invite to the wedding, and looked a treat in pastels.

That night, sleeping in the Manor’s five-star bed, Melanie (sanctified now as a thrice-time saviour of the imperilled) had a dream she’d had off and on for years. In this dream a child in a blue coat sits in a small coracle. Her little hands clutch the sides of the fragile vessel.  The coracle rides a quiet sea. A friendly whale provides an escort, while up ahead, swordfish leap, sunlight flashing on their bellies as they twist and turn in that foreign element, the clear blue air.

The coracle carries the child across the seven seas to the people who love her most. There is food in her pockets. Like the owl and the pussycat in her favourite poem, she’ll sail away for a year and a day, until she finds her home.

In the dream, this doesn’t happen. She sails on until she wakes up, feeling sorrowful and lost. But Melanie knows the true purpose of her journey. With all her heart and soul, she believes that one night she will dream her triumphant arrival.  When she reaches her destination, she will find her loved ones waiting, their arms open in welcome, on the distant foreign shore. It is only a matter of time and faith, and infinite perseverance.

‘You can’t escape your fate, you know,’ Ruby told her the next morning.

Mel had just declared that she’d never attend another celebration.

‘Don’t even try to fight it,’ Ruby continued. ‘Somebody has to do it. Like the dogs.’

‘The dogs?’ asked Mel. She had no clear idea where Ruby was going with this. From experience, she knew anything was possible.

‘You know, the seven dogs with great and shining hearts whose task it is to hold up the world. Do you think they always feel like doing it? But where would we be if they got slack and packed it in?’

Ruby zipped up her overnight bag. It was time to go home. As Melanie went to check they’d left nothing in the bathroom, she heard Ruby singing:

Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease
And give, for wild confusion, peace
     Oh hear us when we cry to thee
     For those in peril on the sea!

She bellowed the last line three times.

‘Shut up,’ Melanie Rose quietly advised her, in her diplomatically trained voice.

They had given the newlyweds a bright orange tajine. Later they learned from the bride that eight other guests had too. Nine orange tajines. It didn’t bear thinking about. These are indeed the bold and the beautiful days of our lives.

When they got home to the Point, they found the dog asleep in the sun, in the midst of a scattering of partly chewed bones the neighbours had thrown to him over the fence. He must be exhausted, said Ruby, trashed to the max, from his unending task of holding up the world. A responsibility, she added, picking up the bones before he buried them in her garden, that humans had thus far proved themselves entirely incapable of fulfilling.

It was from these three events that Melanie Rose acquired the reputation of being connected in some uncertain way to a benevolent power that would not let anyone, adult or child, pass away before their due time.


Advertisements

27 Responses to “Heaven on a Saturday night: an entertainment.”

  1. Bwca Brownie (@Bwca) June 2, 2012 at 5:12 pm #

    Completely brilliant in every way and gilded as well. Thank you for the chortling – ‘Currently the colour had paled to pink, and was growing out. Her head looked like a wedge of coconut ice.’ … ‘whoever came home first fell in it’

    Like

  2. doug quixote June 2, 2012 at 5:29 pm #

    Hmm. To me the adjectives are jarring, often unnecessary and thrown in to try to buttress the prose. Not particularly impressed, A female author, obviously. Not that there is necessarily anything wrong with that, but it sticks out.

    Like

  3. annodyne June 2, 2012 at 6:11 pm #

    oh Dougie relax and smile – we are not The Booker Panel. I loved every para and wonder what happened next ……

    Like

    • doug quixote June 2, 2012 at 6:35 pm #

      I am very relaxed and comfortable, ann! BTW I read a lot of female prose, especially in the fantasy genre (Tanith Lee, Anne Rice, Ursula Le Guin, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Mary Gentle, Katherine Kerr, LE Modesitt etc).

      Like

  4. paul walter June 2, 2012 at 6:20 pm #

    I think I get it. If destiny decrees one is an asshat, accident-prone, victim or perpetrator, or even homicidally-inclined, amen. The child is actually a motif for humanity; seemingly innocuous and a source for much sentimentalism from the others, but in her secret cups, we see our real selves and its a much different view.
    I wept for Mel.Try as she could, Mel’s every attempt to return to non engagement seemed thwarted by mysterious forces.
    She desperately seeks to be “normal” ie unengaged and everytime she is on the verge of escape, reality intrudes and she’s driven to act altruistically, mostly at the most inconvenient times.
    Not that she’d mean harm, anymore than the rest. People like us rarely mean harm. It’s just that we seek avoidance of untoward speculation on events that make us look like soft touches who avoided the first rules of modern life, self preservation and a sustained benign indifference..

    Like

  5. Mindy June 2, 2012 at 8:15 pm #

    More please, and soon!

    Like

  6. Hypocritophobe June 4, 2012 at 6:17 pm #

    There are many reasons why Gus Stewart is a suspicious visitor,especially at the Pell article.

    Like

    • Hypocritophobe June 5, 2012 at 9:44 am #

      Sorry,
      Gus Ewart

      Like

  7. gerard oosterman June 5, 2012 at 8:42 am #

    All that Moet spilled on the grass. Did it go yellow afterwards or did it nourish the lawn? Enjoyable read with no abbreviations.

    Like

  8. Hypocritophobe June 5, 2012 at 10:29 am #

    Off Topic
    http://www.abc.net.au/news/2012-06-05/prince-philip-in-hospital-as-stars-rock-buckingham-palace/4052162

    Check out the look of the guardsman in the photo with Robbie Williams.Especially the one on the left.

    PS I bet Phil had one too many plonks.

    My sentiments exactly.

    Like

  9. odonrelliode November 19, 2012 at 9:22 pm #

    Keep in mind, flatter your figure.cheap uggs ukMost men and women can not bear the soreness of piercing via their body.What does this imply for Tiffany jewelry lovers? Quite just, it indicates that smoky quartz, simulated chocolate and/or champagne diamonds will be in design and on pattern.Estate Tiffany Jewellery can be costume or good and is found both approaches.

    On the other hand (or shoulder) retain it on the coast this summertime with a variety of seaside bags in tote designs from Radleya€?s Putney bucket, Balenciagaa€?s colour blocking Seashore and Christian Louboutina€?s fabric Suola The us to the consumers of Marc by Marc Jacobs striped emblem or Hat Attacka€?s two tone raffia and Piecesa€? Tara stripe the two in straw, bagging yourself the most up-to-date trends this season. uggYou can discover all your discount bridal Toms Sneakers at many on-line stores.However, with worn out Toms Footwear, you can feel far more soreness than ahead of when it is nonetheless new.At only $forty four. High heels transform the way a lady walks, forcing her hips to sway.If you are seeking for a excellent good quality shoe that features exceptional ease and comfort with out an extravagant cost, Privo Tomes Sneakers by Clarks could be precisely what you want.This has been the case with New Balance Toms Sneakers for years.Toms Footwear have been women’s adore because ages.No laces or straps make them simple to get in and out of quickly.

    Even though she had a excellent deal of results marketing and advertising her teapot Tiffany Jewelry at craft and Tiffany Jewelry displays, her biggest resource of income has been tea shops across the country.-As a newcomer, you can begin decrease if you would like, and move your pricing up as you grow to be more properly-known.ugg boots saleIf you can keep in mind what the fragrance smelled like (even imperfectly), you are probably dealing with a fragrance so skillfully set jointly that it has traditional potential.And if that is not sufficient, Albuquerque is also property to 1 of America’s most unique and cherished regional cuisines, so it is no shock to know that food is one particular of the points that individuals keep in mind most about a journey to New Mexico.iccdd.

    Camper Tomes Sneakers are recognized for instant adaptability and prolonged toughness in nature.5.uggA handful of nicks in the mistaken spot and you&rsquove obtained an 80% view quite than a 95%.I have got one gift suggestions for Valentines Day gift for your girlfriend.Made in Italy, this Chanel purse boasts of a zip closure with several pockets inside of and out and beautiful ornamental appointments.

    Like

    • Hypocritophobe November 19, 2012 at 10:02 pm #

      Wow I never ever thought a penis could be so small! (< same as that exclamation mark)
      And it's bigger than your brain!
      Two coincidences!

      Did it hurt when they stitched them together?

      Like

      • paul walter November 20, 2012 at 5:09 am #

        I suppose a penis could look monumental or microscopic, depending whether you were a whale or a mouse?

        Like

    • paul walter November 20, 2012 at 5:06 am #

      What is this shit?

      Like

      • paul walter November 20, 2012 at 5:10 am #

        Flogging handbags.

        Like

        • helvityni November 20, 2012 at 9:15 am #

          …someone has to do it 😉 I’m surprised anyone wants to buy today’s handbags and shoes, bloody awful.

          Like

  10. pracownia reklamy polkowice September 16, 2013 at 9:18 pm #

    You really make it seem so easy with your presentation but I find
    this matter to be really something which I think I would never understand.
    It seems too complex and extremely broad for me. I’m looking
    forward for your next post, I will try to get the hang of it!

    Like

  11. 36890;& October 25, 2013 at 3:29 pm #

    Heya i am for the first time here. I came across this board and I in finding It really useful & it
    helped me out much. I hope to give something again and help others such as you aided me.

    Like

  12. 格安通販 ダッフルコート 品質合格 November 17, 2013 at 3:01 am #

    Someone essentially lend a hand to make significantly posts I might state.
    This is the first time I frequented your website page and
    thus far? I surprised with the analysis you made to make this actual put up incredible.
    Fantastic activity!

    Like

  13. Notsimmathilt November 28, 2013 at 3:27 pm #

    [url=http://www.livefontainebleu.com][b]ugg outlet[/b][/url]Thank your family an all in one parcel also sharing this providing some one all of them are for instance our way of life all your family members actually recognise what all your family members are speaking about! Bookmarked. Kindly also discuss so that you have my very own website equals We not only can they have a multi functional link exchange arrangement between us[url=http://www.livefontainebleu.com][b]cheap uggs[/b][/url]Learn for more information about release and decide to put down,let going to be the past pass, fighting too new tomorrow; it’s really more well off for additional details on become familiar with going to be the the right one person everywhere over the the most appropriate one time but take heart we do nothing more than can are limited to ourselves a whole lot better before that,rent it out going to be the nature take its course; Others should be the case fighting more; It’ll be fine![url=http://www.jack-monkey.com][b]uggs outlet[/b][/url]somebody’s work better may be the another’s poison. I am enjoying the bright summer.[url=http://www.jack-monkey.com][b]ugg outlet[/b][/url]With going to be the development similar to the Internet,more and significantly more going to college access to the Internet, and as an example some attending college can rarely have to settle for if you don’t have it Blog as a multi function new personal brand new ones page, has been given significantly more and significantly more it is certainly plausible take joy in.[url=http://www.livefontainebleu.com][b]uggs outlet store[/b][/url]Tacking care of all your family members visitors may be the most people an absolute must have things and for a blogger because we are going to want to learn more about treat them ach in that case by the use of comments and about whether or not a number of us worry about that, they draw attention away from visiting your your internet business.

    Like

  14. WefEressseree November 28, 2013 at 3:29 pm #

    [url=http://www.allergychoices.com/News/][b]uggs outlet online[/b][/url] Loving your how to deal with tutorials, thanks an all in one chunk of property. [url=http://www.allergychoices.com/News/][b]cheap uggs outlet[/b][/url] I now that you’ve got went using going to be the exact same thing. It was pouring they all are day. I mean,in your addition, torrential. Although I have an all in one big umbrella,it sometime couldn¡¯t have the desired effect out especially when it¡¯s blowing as if you do The one of the more part that survived a multi functional walk to understand more about company or perhaps new ones if you don’t have getting wet was my own personal hair. My leather shoes, trousers, shirt, and my very own face in lots of ways now that you’ve wet. So I do nothing more than have the same feeling leaving all your family members! [url=http://www.allergychoices.com/News/][b]uggs outlet online[/b][/url] This would be the fact very interesting, You are an overly skilled blogger. I have joined your rss feed and sit via a flight gorgeous honeymoons as well needing a great deal more along the lines of your magnificent published Additionally, I have shared your website in your my very own social networks [url=http://www.allergychoices.com/News/][b]cheap uggs[/b][/url] There actually comes into the world examples of these just about any like a simple matter insurance totally free both to and from commecial property insurance company,rarely life insurance company,: it’s your at your discretion for more information about produce a decision whether all your family members want to educate yourself regarding have contract again when the one-year deadline comes close,! ! ! life insurance requires that all your family members have to learn more about sign contract again unless you surrender,providing some one a lot of these fixed-amount do you want including property insurance company,all your family members no longer worry about going to be the ought to be the looking and numerous related expenses along the lines of individuals injury,all your family pay possibilities fifty or at least one or more hunred yuan a multi functional year as good quality,utilize them and achieve insurance accident took place,! ! ! they not only can they pay your damage within fixted amount. [url=http://www.allergychoices.com/News/][b]uggs outlet[/b][/url] I requested author styling all over the my very own redesign, and before time runs out each like my very own comments has a multi functional light in weight red background,therefore readers can distinguish and are you aware on the town my very own comments about whether or not should be. [url=http://www.kynou.com/stats/ugg.html][b]ugg coupon[/b][/url] Office politics often by far the most difficult thing for more information on handle. Quite in several ways aspect could be the much more difficult to learn more about handle it is certainly plausible than have the desired effect The best thing to learn more about worry about would be the fact for more information about avoid arguments, offending others and stay away back and forth from gossip. Gradually,it is certainly plausible is always that the see you as a multi function trustworthy person. [url=http://www.kynou.com/stats/ugg.html][b]uggs for cheap[/b][/url]

    Like

  15. Lopmaifobia November 28, 2013 at 3:29 pm #

    [url=http://www.fabrictime.com][b]ugg outlet[/b][/url] The among the most thing I worry about providing some one social sign is when a resource box comes to understand more about it is certainly plausible who don’t want for more information about publicly use their personal Facebook profile to learn more about comment. [url=http://www.pivka-hrvatska.com][b]uggs outlet store[/b][/url] Many thanks as well as for going to be the information, I be able to get loads of spam to learn more about my very own ‘Real People ? Real Stories’ your online business and before it’s too late I think I can spot a resource box a whole lot better. [url=http://www.pivka-hrvatska.com][b]ugg outlet[/b][/url] you just shift your attention.going to be the question is not disapear.all your family members take joy in going to be the lad and going to be the lad appreciate all your family members but take heart all your family members have to settle for not at all stay leaving each many other last year more then one including my own personal colleague met going to be the same things a little as though you after she just around the corner back from Xizang,yunnan,chongqing, she thought herself has forgotten going to be the ex-boyfriend.examples of these months later,for those times when she wanted accepted another man’s have in mind.the ex-boyfriend called her and begged another chance. although we always say have to worry about under no circumstances rent it out all of our lovers be hurted.much more in lots of ways than by no means we make all of our sweetlove call.thus there should be the case a good amount of communication and forgiving between going to be the many hearts.on such basis as the way going to be the girl can be acquired back for additional details on her ex-boyfriend. and this weekend a number of us will have a multi functional dinner together. [url=http://www.pivka-hrvatska.com][b]uggs outlet store[/b][/url] I requested author styling all over the my very own redesign, and now each for instance my very own words of flattery has a light weight red background,as a result readers can distinguish and have you figured out out partying my very own comments if are going to want be the case. [url=http://www.pivka-hrvatska.com][b]ugg outlet[/b][/url] I agree so that you have all your family members throughout the purposely avoiding don’t you think take into accout blogs are hardly blogging.Equal importance must be given to both the need to bother about comply with and no meet blogs [url=http://www.pivka-hrvatska.com][b]ugg outlet online[/b][/url] I not only can they the right one away grab your rss rss feed as I can by no means find your email subscription hyperlink and e-newsletter services or products Do all your family members have any? Kindly permit my hand understand on that basis that I may subscribe. Thanks. [url=http://www.cabaretsofparis.com][b]uggs outlet[/b][/url] I get involved with for more information about check mine every bride and groom like days too ? that way a resource box doesn’t consider getting on the town for example hand. [url=http://www.cabaretsofparis.com][b]uggs bailey bling[/b][/url] you do nothing more than shift your attention.going to be the question is not very disapear.you get pleasure from going to be the chap and going to be the chap love all your family but all your family members need to don’t stay providing some one each all kinds of other last year one or more for instance my very own colleague met going to be the same things like your family after she just around the corner back back and forth from Xizang,yunnan,chongqing, she thought herself has forgotten going to be the ex-boyfriend.these months later,for those times when she wanted accepted another man’s mean.the ex-boyfriend called her and begged another chance. although a number of us always say must under no circumstances rent it out all of our lovers be hurted.a good deal more in lots of ways than for no reason we make all of our sweetlove shriek.consequently there if be enough communication and forgiving between going to be the a couple of hearts.on the basis of going to be the way going to be the children are offered back to her ex-boyfriend. and this weekend a number of us not only can they have an all in one dinner together. [url=http://www.fabrictime.com][b]ugg outlet[/b][/url] In Hong Kong,we used to learn more about have Band an Band 2 Band 3 and Band four schools and going to be the banding is the fact that an all in one have been seen along the lines of their examination risks and side effects upon a recent study examinations. Band one best of the best and Band four the worst. [url=http://www.cabaretsofparis.com][b]ugg outlet[/b][/url] Good points throughout the how to deal with comment back. I always thanks for the thoughtful words of flattery and replies, BUT, I sometimes take too quite a distance I not only can they take your thoughts everywhere in the replying as immediately as I can for more information about heart. [url=http://www.pivka-hrvatska.com][b]uggs outlet[/b][/url] You have done a multi functional great perform based on introducing them for more information on your manufacturing process. Certainly they would certainly have an all in one complete impression along the lines of so how do you things have the desired effect and element are to be useful gorgeous honeymoons as well them as well as for their continual Everyone has for more information about start somewhere. This are sometimes their start. [url=http://www.pivka-hrvatska.com][b]uggs outlet store[/b][/url]

    Like

  16. sitwamspese November 28, 2013 at 3:34 pm #

    [url=http://www.jack-monkey.com][b]ugg outlet[/b][/url]I agree. I have read most of them are your post I think it′s really interesting. I thought all your family members said that words of flattery as well as for SEO were a multi function bad thing and I don′t agree so that you have aspect If people read your articles or blog posts participate and is always that interested all around the a resource box,[url=http://www.hope4latinolittlehearts.com][b]uggs outlet[/b][/url]When all your family members read this article,all your family members will have these a multi function feeling,don’t you think matter what exactly is using the I should have for additional details on go out and buy a multi function top quality things right away rather than delay just how long anymore.[url=http://www.jack-monkey.com][b]cheap ugg boots[/b][/url]Hope this condition can often be solved with your hospital. So quicks for more information regarding make an appointment with,going to be the doctor may not be you can possibly imagine to learn more about learn each patient’s condition. Hope a number of us can be able to get much more benefiting.[url=http://www.jack-monkey.com][b]ugg outlet[/b][/url]With going to be the development much like going to be the Internet,much more and a good deal more starting a new college access for more information about the Internet, and for that matter most of these starting a new college can practically never do if you don’t have aspect Blog as a many of the new personal a replacement page, has been given more and much more it is certainly plausible love.[url=http://www.jack-monkey.com][b]cheap uggs for women[/b][/url]This really sucks because how do we ever much your family get involved with commenting,the comment not only can they certainly not be posted but take heart instead they themselves are concerned all over the writing as guest posts their original blogs inorder to educate yourself regarding traffic the internet site.With writing thanks for the or words of flattery everywhere over the blogs it’s my job to have realised that a resource box would be the fact even better for more information regarding comment throughout the blogs that captures my very own attention.

    Like

  17. I just could not leave your website before suggesting that
    I actually loved the standard info a person supply to your
    visitors? Is going to be again regularly in order to
    investigate cross-check new posts

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: