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04.28.99 9:08 p.m.

"For me, I will be true to myself and honor my own integrity. And if I am wrong, and some God will punish me forever, I will hold my head high in the depths of hell, for I will have lived by the only moral code I can honor, my own."


 -Robin Goodfellow 

Created on 3/22/01 from a letter written to KC.
 Response 2020.07.02
 I've been kind of busy. I was directing my play today. It is still going to be on the 5th of June, so far. I hope I can count on everyone's attendance because I don't know how many people are going to show up. I don't really think we are very ready. The only truly talented actor is George Conrad (lord of the County Players stage), who plays the villain. He could do the whole show by himself... hm.... Wait!.. nah, couldn't manage slipping on the dresses so quickly.
I am a bit sick right now. Just sniffly and such, so far. And, being as Katie is flu-like, this does not bode well for me. I had plans this weekend! I was going to the Glenham school fair (a tradition with me) and a Pagan circle at night (They are big on the whole night concept. Damned weirdoes.) I don't want to have to skip it.
Oh, I got a raise at the museum. $6 an hour. Not much, but something. I didn't even formally ask for it, I just asked who it was that I was supposed to ask to get a raise. And they gave me one. Had I only known it was THAT easy. Of course, I am not working again for about two weeks. I guess I'll keep my job for the moment. I've wanted to quit for a while, but I just never got about to it. No better opportunities.
Well... did I tell you that my mom's friend succumbed recently to cancer. So my mom moped, then bought a weeping cherry tree and commanded me to get a buffalo. Neat coping activities. I got her a white buffalo. I thought it was significant. It was the only one at The Dreaming Goddess. But now the ashes of her friend are in our house. Which, in it's own way, is damned creepy. I'm not too freaked out because, to me, it is just a Ziploc full of dust. But other people have been less receptive to it, thus making it get to me.
I better go. I should probably get in some good sleep if I am to be sick.

reading: about the significance of white buffalos to the Native Americans
listening: Aniwanting: My mother to be at peace and happy again.
interesting thought: Death is no more an end that taking a nap is.

Thomm Quackenbush is an author and teacher in the Hudson Valley. He has published four novels in his Night's Dream series (We Shadows, Danse Macabre, Artificial Gods, and Flies to Wanton Boys). He has sold jewelry in Victorian England, confused children as a mad scientist, filed away more books than anyone has ever read, and tried to inspire the learning disabled and gifted. He is capable of crossing one eye, raising one eyebrow, and once accidentally groped a ghost. When not writing, he can be found biking, hiking the Adirondacks, grazing on snacks at art openings, and keeping a straight face when listening to people tell him they are in touch with 164 species of interstellar beings. He likes when you comment.