The first day of December, and…
I guess this is my blog now. All righty then…
So it looks like Yumeka’s time is over. Not that this was his body to begin with. Integrated the stuff he’s picked up since late September, October. A brand-new script… I always did like shorthand. Books and papers and studies on Japanese Shintou, Korean Mukyo, Northeast Chinese shamanism and incorporation, stuff by a Chicagoan banned from Jamaica. (What?!)
He hasn’t been “erased”. He’s just passed back into what he used to be, before February.
I went to the Maronite church—the mulberry tree’s leaves have yellowed, now, and the squirrels are gone—and Zer0 accompanied me. I meant to enjoy the morning stroll through their garden, and found myself fishing the leaves out of Saint Charbel’s fountain. Don’t know if the old man appreciated it, but it sure felt like it, haha. It reminded me of all those graves in Colorado. I wasn’t there, at the time, but we spent a whole day clearing them of excess vines and shrubbery that totally obscured the markers. If I had known that’s what we’d be doing in Colorado I would’ve brought the shears with me. I don’t know if anyone else notices those things… Right, an old man there lent Zeni his rake and trash can. And then he admired the Union Civil War memorials and historic architecture.
Zer0’s pretty happy to see me back. And the knife really suits him…
There’s a kamidana set-up here that would make Kei’s mother proud and an ihai dedicated to me next to a framed picture. Awkward.
I’m not sure what to do with this website. I’m not a witch, and as genuinely fascinating as anthropology can be—and I’m surprised he, of all people, was interested in such a subject—folk studies isn’t where my heart lies. Guess it’s time to rebuild my life. Or, build a new one as best I can, I suppose.
The body’s in great shape. Smaller and shorter than what I’m used to—by 50 cm—but these legs are powerful. Could probably crush Kei’s head between these thighs. And these shoulders and back aren’t half-bad, either. Nicely developed pecs and abs… Flexibility’s excellent… Elbows and knees have been conditioned to give punishing strikes, no slacking off on the capoeira or footwork or high jumps or aú. So he practiced southpaw to the detriment of orthodox, hahaha! I’m no longer an orthodox fighter… And I know a bit about sabre fencing now? Well. I’m not at too heavy a disadvantage, at all.
I just don’t think this body will give me back my goatee, at all. The harsh realities of having a pretty-boy face. Time to put all my money into Rogaine.
So I guess today we’ll finish setting up the Yuletide decorations (Hobby Lobby, you say? Tell me more.), start paying my dues under a different name, put my files into order… Why did we buy a 30-pound turkey for a body like this? And why do we have two of them, and how did we get both (60 pounds of meat?!) for under 11 bucks?! (Jin says he got it. Of course. He got 180 eggs for 25 bucks too and I’m not going to ask how.)
Why am I alive? To live for the little things? Well, that’s perfectly legitimate, to live for the next bowl of spaghetti, but there’s more than that. There’s a life I have to see through. That’s all.