Elsabeth Farr

Discussing my apprehensions concerning my career with Dallas, he convinced me to find something else. With his encouragement, I called the department and explained that I would no longer be coming in to work. Surprisingly, they took it extremely well and there was no complaint; no one even seems to hold a grudge against me. Both my boss and partner took it in stride and I had a lovely chat with them over the phone later that day.

With my attentions focused more on my own life and what I wanted to achieve, it occurred to me that I wanted to move away. This place never really sat well with me--it was the place to which I fled after I caught Travis in the arms of his commanding officer. It was an escape, but one that offers the memory of its existence every so often. It's also where I saw Dallas jogging one morning and decided to approach him. Memories both good and ill seem to hang a pall over my enjoyment of this particular house.

With that in mind, I asked Dallas if he would mind us moving across from the school. He agreed.

As we stepped across the threshold, I held him in my arms and thanked him for his understanding. In many ways, it just seems he's along for the ride in the story of my life--a thought that disturbs me if I think on it too long.

It didn't take long for me to present my other request to him, which he saw forthcoming after my particular request. After a short discussion, I picked up the phone and rang up the adoption agency. Giving the particulars of what we were seeking, I'm happy to say we are now the proud fathers of one Elsabeth Farr.

Happy Fathers' Day to us!

Holey Unicorns and Burglars!

I woke up around 2.00 in the AM this morning, an hour after I'd laid myself down to sleep. An uncomfortable feeling settled in my gut that something was amiss, and I decided to walk downstairs; that's when I heard an attempt at furtive steps being trod on my front steps.

With a warcry curled on my lips, I ripped open the front door and found in front of me a young woman who was quite shocked at my appearance before her (though I'm quite glad I decided to sleep in my suit this evening).

Immediately she grabbed at me, and a kerfuffle ensued.



The battle was short-lived, as I emerged the victor. She quickly ran off before I could gather any information, but as I sat at my laptop to convey the events in writing, details that I did not consider at the time readily became available.

This woman seemed as shocked as I was, and this was not a life she seemed quite comfortable in living. While I could conjecture about her living situation, it made me wonder what I have that was so important so as not to give her something in these trying times, particularly as I'm hardly wanting. Perhaps I'm trying to moralize a situation because I wonder if I'm bringing in the right 'criminals' in my line of work.

Perhaps job satisfaction is not something I have fully appreciated thus far, as I look at my résumé. Leaving the TV anchor position after Travis's affair with his fellow astronaut was discovered so as to disappear from the public eye. A brief stint in a restaurant to tide me over until I found something more appealing. The luck to be able to pick up my guitar and start recording music (unfortunately, I was to be so mass-marketed to 'star' status that I felt entirely too restricted in a career that offered me many other freedoms).

Perhaps it's time to think of a career change again. Maybe I need to pursue affecting real change. Could politics be my calling? I remain skeptical, but it may be time to take that step.

At least I confirmed that it is not a unicorn I see prancing about while keeping my telescope low and scrying the neighborhood this morning. Perhaps I am starting to suffer a sort of delirium if I'm seeing horses with alicorns on their noggins. It stands all too poignant.