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Part of my job as editor for jans.com is to figure out what kinds of information will be helpful to our prospective customers. This summer, I thought it would be a good idea for each of our writers, including myself, to tag along on a Jans guided tour. That way we could provide our readers with some insight about what to expect and see who would benefit the most from our guided fly fishing, climbing, hiking, and biking tours.
I decided to review our Full-Day Guided Uinta Climbing Tour since my previous experience has been limited to a handful of indoor climbing walls that could only be characterized as tame. Although I successfully made it to the top of said walls, I was definitely a novice when it came to rock climbing outside – and more than a little timid. However, under the expert tutelage of Shaun Raskin, who has been a climbing guide with White Pine Touring for nine years, and the gentle prodding of jans.com Photo Editor Ross Downard, I got a true flavor of rock climbing in Utah’s pristine Uinta National Forest. And let me just say that the views from the top were amazing.
Where Do We Climb?
As the name indicates, the Jans Full-Day Guided Uinta Climbing Tour takes up the better part of your day, and it’s worth every moment. We met at White Pine Touring on Bonanza Drive at 8:30 a.m. to get fitted for our LaSportiva rock climbing shoes. Then grabbed harnesses and helmets before climbing into the White Pine van for the 35-minute drive into the Uintas.
About halfway into our journey, we stopped at the Samak Smoke House on Mirror Lake Highway to pick up sandwiches and snacks for our day on the rock. Something of a legend among Park City, Kamas, and Heber locals, this country store boasts tasty smoked beef jerky, a notorious pulled pork sandwich, and addictive Samak Stickies – homemade granola bars that are the perfect fuel for an active outdoor adventure. After making a last restroom stop, we tucked our lunches into our packs and resumed the drive into the lush evergreen forest that awaited us.
For our guided rock climbing trip, we parked at the Crystal Lake trailhead and started a 20-minute, moderate hike to Cliff Lake, our climbing destination for the day. This high alpine lake is situated at an elevation of just over 10,000 feet and is filled with breathtakingly clear, and equally cold, run-off from the nearby mountains.
What Type of Rock Climbing?
The beauty of having a guide on a rock climbing tour is that beginners need only focus on the climb itself. Instead of trad (traditional) climbing where a lead climber goes ahead to place gear along the climbing route, Jans’ rock climbing tours focus instead on sport climbing with a fixed top rope on a single pitch.
What this means is that our faithful climbing guide, Shaun, hiked around to the top of the rock face and set the top rope from fixed anchors. From there she rappelled down and gave us a brief, but important, rock climbing tutorial.
We learned basic climbing commands such as “on belay,” “climbing,” and “take” and about how climbing is based on a system of checks and balances. We also learned that the crux of a climb is the most difficult part and that smaller movements enable you to climb more efficiently.
With her classic wit and clever use of analogies, Shaun cautioned us not to reach for the metal bolted hangers as handholds, declaring them “guillotines for your hands,” and reminded us that using them as footholds is nothing less than cheating.
She then explained her “rule of three” – it’s important to remain balanced, like a tripod, and to always have at least one limb available to progress further up the wall. With a final reminder to climb with my legs instead of my arms, Shaun checked my harness and I began my first climb.
Is Rock Climbing Scary?
Let me preface this section by admitting that I am inherently afraid of heights. Needless to say, climbing on a rock face is nothing like climbing in a gym. I found myself dismayed that there weren’t clearly marked foot- and handholds that I could pick and choose from at my leisure. But once I started really studying the route above me, I began to notice the slightest inkling of a nub where I could nudge my toes or a piece of rock that I could grab onto with my hand. Shaun also suggested I feel around above or next to me for possible hand or footholds. It reminded me a bit like using Braille to find buttons on an elevator and was rather disconcerting. Let’s be honest, I was definitely out of my comfort zone.
Whether or not rock climbing is scary depends upon your attitude and mindset. As Shaun put it, “turning our horizontal world vertical can be a little unnerving.” To some people it brings up an element of fear, to others a challenge, and to the true rock climber at heart it delivers a surge of adrenaline.
The key to not being scared can be summed up in one word – trust. Trust the equipment, trust your guide, and trust yourself. I had no problem trusting Shaun–who is one of those people you instantly like–but I had a much harder time trusting the equipment and my own strength, particularly in my legs. Instead I reflexively gravitated toward climbing with my arms. And yes, I know this defies a cardinal rule of rock climbing, as discussed in a blog on climbing techniques written by Shaun’s husband and fellow climbing guide, Weston Deutschlander.
When my harness caught me after my first misstep, along with Shaun’s expert belaying skills, I’d taken my first “fall,” and began to relax and trust the equipment. After I reached the top of my first route and experienced the sensation of being lowered, I was literally hooked on the fact that my equipment would not only protect me, but it gave me the chance to feel like a real live Spiderwoman. It was a blast!
How Hard Are the Climbs?
The important thing to remember, regardless of a climbing route’s rating, is that you only have to go as far as you feel comfortable. Case in point: after climbing both a 5.7 and a 5.8 route, someone in our group got about 10 feet into a 5.10 climb and decided she wanted to stop. No problem at all – and a wise choice considering it was her first time out on the rock and she was pretty fatigued.
Climb ratings are based on the availability and sizes of handholds and footholds, type of rock, and steepness of the pitch. In our case, we climbed a 5.7 route, the easiest of the day, followed by a 5.8 route, which had fewer hand- and footholds, and then the final pitch was a hefty 5.10 with an outcropping at the top. All of the climbs ranged from 60-90 feet in length, and not one of them was “required” to be completed. Shaun only suggested that we go as far as we felt comfortable and then make one more move before being lowered.
Is Rock Climbing Kid-Friendly?
Given the fact that Jans’ guided climbing tours are customized to the ability levels of each group and are ideal for those who have never climbed before, climbing is a pretty kid-friendly activity. Families with young children are taken to a different climbing location than Cliff Lake, one with climbs more tailored to kids instead of teenagers and adults. And since experienced guides focus on safety first, enlisting the assistance of a professional climbing guide is essential to climbing – not only with youngsters, but kids of all ages. And for families with seasoned rock climbers, the beauty of using a guide from White Pine Touring is that every climbing tour is customized to the level and interests of the individuals participating. So if your college kids or young adults want to tackle tougher climbs, our guides will gladly create a tour to challenge your skill and hone your rock climbing technique.
What Should I Wear/Bring Rock Climbing?
As is often the case, the temperature at the lake was a full 10 degrees colder than when we left Park City and the ever-present wind that flows through the Uintas made it seem even cooler. My capri leggings, short sleeve shirt, and sweatshirt didn’t cut it. I actually ended up wearing Shaun’s puffy coat for part of the day while she belayed in another lightweight jacket that she had wisely brought along.
Because of the fluctuating weather in the Uintas, dressing in layers is as important to rock climbing as having the right gear. You’ll want to avoid loose clothing, as that can get caught or tangled in your harness or climbing ropes. The other thing to remember is to dress more warmly than you typically would, given the temperature. Even though you are working hard when you’re climbing, there is a fair amount of time spent watching and waiting for other climbers to complete their turn. That’s when a puffy jacket, flannel shirt, or cozy sweatshirt comes in handy.
Jans expert climber Kendall Fischer wrote a great blog called “How to Dress for Rock Climbing” that details everything you need to be comfortable, no matter what the weather brings your way.
When rock climbing in Utah, remember that even though the air is cool, you are at a higher elevation which means you’re closer to the sun and at higher risk not only for sunburn, but also dehydration. Be prepared for your climbing trip by bringing along a backpack filled with sunscreen, sunglasses, a hat for the hike in/out, extra layers, food, and plenty of water. It’s always better to bring along more food and water than you think you’ll need.
The Final Take
So what was the best part about rock climbing as part of a Jans guided trip? Other than the sense of accomplishment upon reaching the top of my 5.7 and 5.8 routes and channeling my inner “spidey” while lowering, I’d have to say the most noteworthy moment was at the top of each climb. A feeling of complete awe overcame me when I looked down at the view. Being above the tree line is something special that skiers, hikers, and bikers experience often. But getting there of your own accord on a vertical surface makes it all the more astounding.
Liz Yokubison, Senior Editor


Joe Root believes Test cricket must find a way to address bad light issue
England captain Joe Root has claimed creative changes must be made “somewhere, somehow” to help prevent future Test matches being ruined by bad light.
The second Test against Pakistan came to a fittingly flat finale on Monday evening as the home side finished on 110 for four in their first innings, replying to Pakistan’s 236, a total made across four interrupted days.
A paltry total of 134.2 overs were bowled in the match, including little more than 10 over the weekend, with time lost to a killer combination of poor visibility, showers and a saturated outfield – the smallest amount of on-field action in this country since 1987.
The plentiful delays created a space that was filled with plenty of debate and conjecture, with the light issue generating most heat.
Some advocate pulling forward the ring-fenced 11am start, others want the pink ball to be used as it already is in day/night Test cricket and others have called for teams to play on regardless if stadium floodlights are of a suitable specification.
Root is open to any combination of the three, agreeing the sporting spectacle that so many have worked so hard to lay on in the midst of a global health crisis had been compromised over the last five days.
Crucially, though, he absolved umpires Richard Kettleborough and Michael Gough of any fault amid suggestions that the pair’s decision to call stumps on Sunday at 3.50pm had drawn widespread disapproval within the game.
“I think it’s hard to blame the umpires here. There’s something bigger that needs looking at higher up the chain,” said Root.
“This is way above my pay grade, but there are different things that could be trialled to avoid similar scenarios in future. It’s frustrating, it’s been a huge talking point and I think it needs to be addressed somewhere, somehow.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a game be affected by bad light as much as this. I’m not exactly sure what the answers are to be honest, so I don’t want to comment too much on it, but maybe there’s got to be a minimum standard of floodlights and play on throughout.
“Maybe with a slightly brighter red ball rather than a dark Dukes ball. You don’t necessarily have to start every day at 10.30am but maybe if you need to make time up, that’s something you can look at throughout the game too so that light isn’t as much of an issue.
“But until those things change from the ICC, the umpires have to follow the rules that are in front of them and as players we have to do as we are told. I think both teams did that to the best of their ability and luckily we got some cricket on.”
England batsman Zak Crawley, who took his opportunity to make a third international half-century in the time allowed on Monday evening, revealed earlier in the match that he had struggled to see the ball while fielding in the deep and was not keen to bat against 90mph overs in such conditions.
He also warned of the possibility for “life changing” injuries, a theme Root developed as he considered the difficulty involved in deciding when safety concerns outweigh sporting ones.
“We don’t want to be sat watching, we want to be involved in exciting Test cricket and make an impact on the world stage. We’re all for playing as long as it’s safe but we don’t want anyone injured because of bad light or wet surfaces,” he said.
“There is an element of danger that comes into it. If you’re facing someone really quick it can feel a bit more dangerous. In the field square of wicket is where you feel most vulnerable. Similarly the umpires might feel in danger if someone crunches a pull shot or hits one straight back at them.
“They’ve also got to be able to see and make the right decisions on the field.”
Pakistan bowling coach Waqar Younis believes a greater tolerance for playing in fading light might help but was more cautious about sweeping changes to the playing conditions.
“I feel unless light gets really bad, we can stay out there a bit longer,” he said.
“But I’m generally in favour of changing as little in Test cricket as possible. It’s the oldest and most traditional format. What we need to be careful of is which kind of cricket ball is used.
“I don’t yet know how a Dukes pink ball is going to behave in this country. If conditions are overcast and the lights are on, maybe it’ll do too much. It can work, but we’d need further trials in England.”
England ready to chase down any target India set, says Jonny Bairstow
The tourists established a commanding position, despite Bairstow’s knock of 106.
England still battling to contain India despite Jonny Bairstow century heroics
Bairstow’s 106 contained 14 boundaries and two sixes, but England still gave up a 132-run lead after being bowled out for 284.
Jonny Bairstow century heroics for England not enough to keep India at bay
Bairstow made 106 in typically rambunctious style, with 14 boundaries and two sixes.
In-form Jonny Bairstow leads England charge against India in Edgbaston decider
The Yorkshireman raced to 91 not out as England progressed to 200 for six.
James Anderson expects England to maintain their aggressive approach
India are in control of Ben Stokes’ team at Edgbaston.
Stuart Broad delivers costliest Test innings as India take control at Edgbaston
Broad gave up a record 35 runs in the penultimate over of India’s first innings.
Stuart Broad over costs a Test record 35 runs as India take charge at Edgbaston
The tourists reduced England to 60 for three having made 416 in their first innings.
Stuart Broad makes history twice on wild morning at Edgbaston
Bowler reached two milestones, one definitely unwanted.
Test cricket’s most expensive over – a ball-by-ball account
Stuart Broad’s over to Jasprit Bumrah went for 35 – seven more than the previous record.
New England captain Jos Buttler unable to prevent Lancashire defeat in Blast
The Lightning were defeated by Worcestershire Rapids.


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By Perry Willis
[Originally published on the “Zero Aggression” website.
I’ve heard it for forty years: “Libertarians have a marketing problem.” Never mind that…
- 30-million Americans now self-identify as libertarian.
- Another 30-million hold mostly libertarian views.
- Opinion polls routinely show majority support for libertarian stances on most issues.
From a message sent to Libertarian Party of Canada members and supporters:
Over the past few weeks, there have been many reports of talks between myself and Maxime Bernier to merge the Libertarian Party of Canada and the People’s Party of Canada. As a result, speculation has filled our social media pages and left our membership feeling like they have been shut out of the conversation.… Read more ...
Stay out of Syria
… and other impulsive wars
On April 13, President Donald Trump addressed the nation to announce that he had ordered missile strikes on Syria. His rationale: Syrian President Bashar al-Assad had used chemical weapons to kill civilians in Douma, a rebel-held suburb of Damascus.… Read more ...
From a media release by the Libertarian Party:
What do gun rights and gay marriage have in common among millennials? Surging support. A recent NPR article notes that people younger than 30 in the United States “are no more liberal on gun control” than earlier generations, “despite diverging from their elders on the legalization of marijuana, same-sex marriage and other social issues.” The article seems to view this as a puzzling anomaly — why are American youth more liberal in some areas but not in others?… Read more ...
From a Media Release written by Nick Boss for the LP Radical Caucus:
Recently, President Donald Trump announced that he would “push for comprehensive background checks with an emphasis on mental health’ for gun sales, saying that the age of purchasers should be raised to 21 and bump stocks should be banned.” (1)
The Libertarian Party Radical Caucus (LPRC) strongly opposes this decision.… Read more ...
It’s been a little while since my last update, and simultaneously quite a bit has happened and not much has happened.
- Caryn Ann Harlos was elected permanent chair of the committee.
- Mimi Robson is in the middle of being elected secretary (the email ballot hasn’t ended yet, but IIRC there’s been one NOTA vote and a whole bunch of votes for her).
Charleston, WV: “At least three Libertarian candidates plan to run for Charleston City Council in this year’s election,” the Charleston Gazette-Mail reported on February 17.
“Jerry Tucker (Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter) and Anthony Woods (Website, Facebook, and Twitter) will run for at-large seats and Chris Kessell will run to represent Ward 8, according to Luke Brumfield, chairman of the Libertarian Party of West Virginia.… Read more ...
Content from a media release distributed by the Colorado Secretary of State’s Office.
DENVER, June, 7, 2017 — Colorado has added another minor party to its rolls – the Unity Party.
As of Monday afternoon, Colorado Secretary of State records showed the Unity Party with 1,002 registered voters. Passing the 1,000-voter mark gave the party its status for at least the next two general elections, in 2018 and 2020.… Read more ...
From a Media Release by the Libertarian Party of Colorado:
The Libertarian Party of Colorado held its annual convention last weekend, March 24-26 2017, at the Westin hotel in Westminster Colorado.
Events began on Friday with a mixer, and concluded after business on Sunday. The event included many speakers from around the country, and resulted in many changes to the makeup of the party’s leadership.… Read more ...
Bloke or Sheila? Caballero or Señora? Sailor or Mermaid? Stallion or Filly?
We’ve all been there before—excusing ourselves from our meal while we dine out at our favorite local restaurant, only to find ourselves at a curious crossroads of picking the appropriate (yet obnoxiously-named) gender-specific bathroom.
This has become a hot topic of late—the gender-specific bathrooms that is, not the obnoxious names.… Read more ...

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Tasting a regional specialty can certainly add some flavor to your vacation experience.
If you get hungry while staying at La Perla del Caribe, so it might be worth noting there are plenty of restaurants to choose from in the area. For those of you that are hoping for delectable dining options you might want to check out our guide to the the Best Hotels for Dining.
Although there is no restaurant onsite, you can opt for grocery and bar provisioning with Lagniappe Provisioning, or hire a local chef to cook all of yoru meals for you.
La Perla del Caribe is located in an area with many appealing features, including a diverse selection of restaurants. One of the most prevalent dining atmospheres in this area is informal dining. A few of the off-property restaurants nearest to the resort are Portofino Restaurant, where they're serving up both pasta and Caribbean cuisine. The closer of the two options, , is only a meager hike off from the lodging, so it won't be trouble to plan on a quick trip for a meal. What else can you find near La Perla del Caribe? To see more of the closest options, take a look at the following table., which offers Jamaican cuisine and barbecue, and
|(501) 226-3515||Informal||0.2 mi. (0.3 km)||SSW|
|Portofino Restaurant||(501) 678-5096||Informal||0.3 mi. (0.5 km)||NNE|
|Green Parrot Bistro||(501) 678-5096||Informal||0.3 mi. (0.5 km)||NNE|
|(501) 662-7356||Informal||1.5 mi. (2.4 km)||NNE|
|O Restaurant||(501) 226-4249||Informal||1.9 mi. (3.1 km)||SSW|
|Rendezvous Restaurant||(501) 226-3426||Fine Dining||2.3 mi. (3.7 km)||SSW|
|Cocoblanca Restaurant||(501) 226-2846||Fine Dining||2.4 mi. (3.9 km)||SSW|
|Buena Vista Restaurant||(888) 653-9090||Informal||2.6 mi. (4.2 km)||SSW|
|Blue Iguana Grille||(501) 226-3038||Informal||2.8 mi. (4.5 km)||N|
|Ms. Sara's Kitchen||(501) 226-2870||Very Casual||2.8 mi. (4.5 km)||N|
|--||Very Casual||2.8 mi. (4.5 km)||N|
|Pinocchio's Italian Restaurant||(501) 226-4447||Informal||2.8 mi. (4.5 km)||N|
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Seven Things about Saudi Arabia You Need to Know by Frank Holmes
A week ago we learned that the king of Saudi Arabia, Abdullah bin Abdulaziz Al Saud, passed away at the age of 90. Following the announcement, crude oil immediately spiked 2.5 percent over uncertainty of how this might affect the Middle Eastern kingdom’s position on keeping oil production at current levels.
But the new leader, King Salman bin Abdulaziz Al Saud, has already tamped down this uncertainty, stating that Saudi Arabia will hold to the decision made at last November’s Organization of Petroleum Exporting Country (OPEC) meeting.
All of this speculation just shows that Saudi Arabia is indeed the 800-pound gorilla when it comes to oil. Until very recently, it was the world’s top oil producer and exporter, before the American shale boom catapulted the U.S. into first place. Now, however, with prices less than half of what they were in July, many U.S. oil companies have been forced to shut down rigs, effectively slowing down output.
These events got me curious to dive deeper into Saudi Arabia’s economy and the extent to which it’s dependent on crude revenues. Below are some of the most interesting facts, gathered from a September case study by Richard Vietor and Hilary White of Harvard Business School.
- Despite beliefs to the contrary, Saudi Arabia requires a breakeven price of $80 per barrel of oil. True, the stuff is easy and inexpensive to extract in Saudi Arabia’s desert—the prevailing notion is that one need only stick a straw in the ground and oil comes gushing out—but to afford its bloated social spending program, the government needs prices to be much higher. Right now, oil revenues make up a whopping 90 percent of the country’s budget.
- Recognizing that its economy and energy portfolio are too oil-dependent, the kingdom is seeking ways to diversify. Before his death, King Abdullah ordered that other sources of energy be pursued, including nuclear and renewable energy. State-owned Saudi Aramco, the largest oil producer in the world, is currently ramping up exploration for natural gas. The company estimates that only 15 percent of all land in the nation’s borders has been adequately explored for the commodity.
- Saudi Arabia is nearing completion of a 282-mile high-speed rail line connecting the holy cities of Mecca and Medina. It’s unclear how many Saudis will use the trains, though, since fuel prices are extremely low as a result of government subsidization. Prices are so low, in fact—a gallon of diesel is less than $0.50—that it has led to excessive and wasteful use of energy resources that could be reserved or exported instead.
- Saudi Arabia maintains a strong pro-business climate to reel in foreign investors. It offers low corporate taxes (20 percent), no personal income taxes and attractive perks, including land, electricity and free credit. Because of these efforts, the country boasts the highest amount of foreign investment in the Middle East—$141 billion in the past five years alone.
- Saudi Arabia, believe it or not, has the largest percentage of Twitter users in the world. One of the main reasons for this is that more than half of its 29 million citizens are under the age of 25. As is the case in India, which also has a high percentage of young people, this is seen as an opportunity for the country’s future productivity.
- However, the kingdom has high unemployment among not just young people but also women. About 30 percent of working-age young people are without jobs; the figure is 34 percent for women. The country also has a shockingly low labor force participation rate of 35 percent. Saudi Arabia relies on cheap migrant workers, who now make up about 30 percent of the population.
- A vast majority of Saudis work for the government. Only about 10 percent of working Saudis are employed by private companies. Why? Workers can make either $400 a month on average in the private sector, where working conditions tend to be dubious at best, or $2,000 a month in the public sector. In 2011, about 800,000 new private-sector jobs were created, but of these, 80 percent went to foreign workers.
But this trend is not restricted to Saudi Arabia. As you can see in the chart below, here in the U.S., government jobs growth has broadly outpaced all other industries over the years.
This saps intellectual capital from the real engine of innovation and ingenuity, the private sector. A robust private sector is necessary to create and foster successful companies such as Apple, held in our All American Equity Fund (GBTFX) and Holmes Macro Trends Fund (MEGAX). The tech giant’s iPhone 6 sales led the way to a record earnings report of $74.6 billion—the largest corporate quarterly earnings of all time.
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DescriptionTeeth of Naros is a downloadable content pack (DLC) for the 2012 game Kingdoms of Amalur: Reckoning.
The DLC features a new region called the Teeth of Naros, featuring the floating city of Idylla, home to the Kollossae. When the player enters Idylla, they meat Anokatos, Primos to the Kollossae. Anokatos asks the player for help in creating the Wreath of Absolution by collecting certain rare pieces.
After the pieces are collected, Anokatos asks the player to help him complete the ritual of absolution. It turns out during the ritual that Anokatos betrayed you. The player, together with the warrior Secandra, fight their way back to the city. Secandra notes that Anokatos probably murdered his competitors for the position of Primos. Anakotas has turned himself to the Council and the slaves, threatening everybody. Unfortunately, only one out of two groups of people can be saved.
It turns out that Arkes, the previous Primos, was kept alive and in imprisoned by Anakotas. After returning to the Hyperian Temple where the ritual took place, Anokatos is again encountered. He tells the player that he has to be killed in order to save his people, but doesn't want to go down without a proper fight. Eventually Anokatos is killed and Secandra becomes the new Primos.
The region features new main and side quests, new enemies like the Pteryx, and a lot of new items including unique ones.
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It was recently my niece's third birthday and I decided I wanted to make her something, before she gets too old to think stuff her Aunty makes is cool and starts to think its super lame.
There are so many options of things to make for little girls - but I decided to make something useful and sew her a dressing gown.
Recently I have been thinking a lot about sewing sleep wear, I'm not sure why. I guess its usually because I wear the same nighties for YEARS at a time, until the literally fall apart. I thought it would be nice to make some decent sleepwear, so when I came across "And Sew to Bed" when I was browsing shops one lunchtime I decided to treat myself.
I still haven't made myself anything from the book - but it included a few patterns for kids so I picked the "boys" dressing gown pattern for Sophiia. There was one dressing gown pattern for boys and one for girls - but the girls pattern was just wasn't right for Sophiia - it was so delicate and not really something I thought would suit a three year old!
I wanted to show you all a great picture of the dressing gown - but there aren't any three year olds around here to model it for me. I thought I could use a soft toy to model it, then I realised the biggest soft toy I have is Kuromi and she's really more of a pillow than a soft toy.
But as I didn't have any other "models" in the apartment - Kuromi was my model for the day. Here's the dressing gown in "action" - its not perfect, but you all get the idea.
It has a hood - which I think is pretty adorable. All dressing gowns should have hoods!
The fabric is a simple fleece with paw prints and look - I sewed on some pockets!
This was a fun little project to make and I really hope Sophiia likes it.
I hope you all had a great weekend and thanks for all your kind words in regard to the earthquake - we are safe and well and crossing our fingers that Fridays big quake will be the last big quake for a very long time.

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This morning in my quick workout, I hurried to get done and on to the next great task of my day. I was tempted, so so tempted to skip the rest periods in my workout and just power through. Then it DAWNed on me – rest is mandatory! I tend to lift heavy – I want to ensure I am able to carry my 44 lb child if necessary and to feel strong. But if I neglect to rest between sets, I risk injury. Rest gives my body the ability to rebuild. Rest gives me time to consider how good my form is in my workout. Rest is saving grace.
And so it is with our need for emotional rest. Choosing rest, even for short periods, gives us powerful and purposeful pauses where we can recharge and replenish our energy reserves.
Today's Self-Love tip is TAKE A BREAK.
Last week, I offered breathwork sessions to teachers during a professional development day. At least two beautiful souls mentioned that finding time to rest is difficult and that they are so prone to put themselves on the backburner of life. This trend is a heartbreaking commonality women share. In today's fast-paced world, where productivity often takes precedence over personal well-being, the concept of rest can sometimes feel like a luxury we cannot afford. As leaders, as nurturers, as world changers, we need rest periods. Rest periods aren’t luxury, they are mandatory. Without periods of time to rest and reconnect with ourselves, we risk becoming emotionally depleted, leading to burnout, stress, and strained relationships.
We cannot afford to forego rest.
But when we do skip the need for rest, these are some of the risks we encounter:
· We are moving, but not necessarily productive. We lose our connection to purpose.
· We feel emotionally exhausted and empty.
· We lose connection to our own needs, our own bodies and our own passions.
· We lose connection with people and perhaps become resentful, irritated and detached.
It is in moments of rest that we find the key to maintaining our emotional resilience. Rest is not merely physical. Rest periods should bring about emotional and mental restoration.
Here’s the how.
Let’s liken these steps to a physical workout.
1. Put down the weight -- Step away from your activities for a few seconds. You don’t have to isolate on a deserted island for rest. Start with 90 seconds where you are not obligating yourself to anything or anyone but you.
2. Breathe – in your 90 seconds, breathe and send yourself love for the good work you are doing. You are a vital piece of wherever you serve.
3. Consider your form – what are you doing today that is working well? What are you doing today that does not feel fruitful? What would you like to shift?
4. Go in for more -- Darn, 90 seconds goes fast, but you are armed with a sense of renewal to go back to your tasks.
5. Rest and repeat.
6. Stop when it’s time to stop – Set boundaries. Take note of when your system says to set a boundary. You’ll notice that you are physically and emotionally worn out, that you’re working but not effectively completing anything. Give yourself permission to resume when you are able.
By prioritizing rest in our lives, we not only safeguard our emotional health, but also cultivate the capacity to show up fully for ourselves and others. When we are well-rested and rejuvenated, we possess the clarity, empathy, and resilience needed to continually know and honor ourselves, nurture meaningful relationships, and contribute positively to the well-being of those around us. When we take time to rest, we find and reclaim joy!
Taking time to rest isn't risky; it's necessary. Rest isn't a reward you earn for working hard. Rest is relevant to your renewal, to restoring your power source.
Think of REST as an acronym (I love acronyms!) R.E.S.T. is
E. Expanding your
I encourage you to embrace the power of rest as a foundation of your daily lives. It’s the quickest solution to the daily grind. Beyond this, rest periods have transformative power to increase emotional renewal, strengthen brain connections, and enrich our human experience. After all, it is in moments of rest that we find the strength to truly live and love wholeheartedly.
You have just been love balmed. ❤ Love yourself through rest breaks today. Enjoy the space to breathe and just be! You are worth it.

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Greenway Literary Festival: Hugh Nankivell & the Mystery OrchestraEvent Website
As a Curtain-Raiser for the International Agatha Christie Festival coming to Torbay 12-15 September 2019, Hugh Nankivell introduces The Aubergines Family Orchestra and Trio of Men for an Agatha Christie-themed musical treat. The Aubergines are the Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra’s Family Orchestra in collaboration with Exeter University. Trio of Men are creative municipal song-makers from South Devon and were the musicians in residence for the International Agatha Christie Festival in 2016.
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It is not always easy being a woman in business. Owning your own business is already difficult on its own, but a man dominated field is even worse. It may seem like at times the odds are stacked are against you. If you are are inquiring about a small business loan for women there are somethings you should know first. The Small Business Administration estimates that only 30 percent of the allocated business loans went to women-owned businesses in the last year. The numbers are far lower for women who have experienced financial hardship or need what the industy calls a “bad credit business loan”.
Fortunately, there are alternatives loans that allow you help grow your business or buy you some time. If you are looking to make that expensive expansion, invest in efficient equipment, or maintain a steady payroll, here are some options through direct lenders.
What is The Difference Between a Traditional Business Loan and Alternative Business Loan?
For traditional lenders the primary focus for you receiving a loan is on your credit score. If your score is below 630, your chances of getting a small business loan (SBA), decreases exponentially. It is the number one reason small businesses are not financed. When it comes to a small business loan for women with the use of alternative lenders their primary factor is on your revenue. Your credit score is not a factor in most cases. Direct lenders look at your business’ revenue over a period of usually three months. If your business is profitable, you should be able to acquire a small business loan.
Get Organized Before You Apply
Before applying for a small business loan for women, it is important to have a definite answer on exactly what you would like to do with your loan. Firstly, you do not want to take out loans if you are not financially able to pay it back. Ask yourself, will this benefit my business? Is this a repair that can wait? Is their debt that is preventing me from expanding? Not only is it important to keep you and your business financially sound, but it also lends itself to helping you determine the type of loan you should take out.
Once you figure out the answer to the questions above, determine how much money you are hoping to receive, and create a breakdown of the funds and where they will go. Having a break down helps ensure you will be using your loan smartly. Then gather your three months of bank statements and have them ready before you apply for a loan. The process for a good lender is generally painless, but staying organized helps make it even easier.
B2B Lenders and Funding Programs
You may be surprised to know that there are a number of different types of loans for obtaining a small business loan for women. We will break down all the possible options that most lenders offer. This will give you a better idea of what options are out there and what is right for your business. As always, this is a starting point. We encourage you to do additional research on lenders and investigate the different types of loans they offer.
Merchant Cash Advances
Merchant cash advances are perhaps the most popular option for small businesses owned by women who have a credit processor. This loan provides your business with up to 500,000 in the form a line of credit. After your loan has been approved and processed, you will be able to receive the money immediately, for some lenders in a span of hours. Ideal for emergency repairs or any other pressing matter, this loan is a viable option for a small business loan for women who need money quickly. In addition, business owners also prefer this method because they are skipping the use of a middleman. You do not need to wait weeks or months to find out your SBA loan was not accepted.
Business Line of Credit
Similar to a merchant line of credit in the sense that is a credit, but differs because it is a loan that is used for precautionary reasons. You never know when a natural disaster could strike and leave your business in shambles or even a lawsuit could destroy your revenue. A business line of credit is there to give you peace of mind that is something happens to your business, that you are prepared to fight it.
Banking Only Loan Programs
Despite its name, banking only loan programs do not go through the traditional banking process. Banking loan programs are mainly used for businesses that do not possess a credit card processor. Instead, direct lenders base their loan proposal on your “cash flow” combined with financial good standing. Banking Only Loans provide extra security and privacy than traditional loans and businesses who qualify. They often also have more pull with the negotiation process of their loan. This could be ideal for obtaining a small business loan for women who have a relatively good credit score.
If you own a retail or product based business this loan is ideal for you. When a busy season is approaching and you need more stock than normal. An inventory loan is intended to help you have enough stock for a shorter period. They are intended to be paid off quickly, as soon as your stock is sold. Do not lose your business because you do not have enough inventory in your warehouse.
Working Capital Loans
Working capital loans are for your day to day operational expenses. If you are relatively new business or a business that is going through the expansion process, you tend to be racking up more financial responsibilities quickly. A working capital loan can help buy you time for your business to generate extra revenue and getting you on a more consistent schedule. It is important that you understand that the old saying “you have to spend money to make money” is completely valid. Traditional lenders have their own version of a working capital loan, but they require a large collateral to provide small business with this type of loan.
Receiving a Small Business Loan for Women with Bad Credit
In summary, if you are a woman with a small business do not fret if you do not have the credit or the time to apply for the traditional business loan. Alternative lenders offer multiple options that make receiving a loan, easier than ever.

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Propanol, also known as 1-propanol, propan-1-ol, 1-propyl alcohol, n-propyl alcohol, or n-propanol, is a primary alcohol with the formula CH3CH2CH2OH.
Propanol is a colorless liquid with an alcohol like smell. It is miscible in water and many organic solvents.
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1-Propanol is manufactured by catalytic hydrogenation of propionaldehyde.
- Make n-propyl iodide
Propanol is thought to be similar to ethanol in its effects on human body, but 2-4 times more potent.
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The kudiyapi, or kutiyapi, is a two-stringed fretted boat-lute typically used by different people in the Philippines to make music. It is an instrument most common among the Maguindanaon people.Continue Reading
The kudiyapi has two strings, a fretted neck and a boat-shaped body. There are three standard sizes, which are between 4 and 6 feet long. The kudiyapi is typically worn on a strap like a guitar. One hand plucks the strings while the other presses on the strings at the fret.
Kudiyapi are carved out of soft woods. The body is very large in comparison to the neck, and much of the neck is a continuation of the body. It has been suggested that the boat-like shape has its roots in the heavy use of boats among the Maguindanaon people. The Maranoa people add elegant carvings to their kudiyapi. Most often, these carvings resemble the naga, a mythical dragon.Learn more about Musical Instruments
Though no one particular instrument is required for music to be rock and roll, the electric guitar is the iconic example of a rock instrument. Other common rock band instruments include drums, bass guitar, vocals and a keyboard or piano.Full Answer >
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Veteran needlecraft artist Indumathie Paranavithana will once again present her artistry in 'Stitch Fantasy' an exhibition of needlecraft to be held from February 25 - 27 at the Nivana Hall, Gampaha and from March 4-6 at Devon Rest, Kandy.
This time around Indumathie introduces 'stylish embroidery' another form of embroidery along with her usual creations with eyelet, ribbon, Brazilian, hardanger embroidery etc as well as cross stitch, paper quilling, black work, pergamano creations among others.
An exhibition of the many books on embroidery she has written will also be on display.
and a night of Cioccorossopassione
By Nedra Wickremasinghe
What do you get when you mix chocolate, and all things red the colour of passion? An affair with chocolate. But what happens when you combine the chocolate affair with music by Italian guitar virtuoso? Cioccorossopassione.
Celebrating Italian culture in a different theme, musicians and music enthusiasts came to the Mount Lavinia Hotel to listen to Italian guitar virtuoso Fabio Federico perform his magic on the guitar.
Strumming without a pick, Fabio played the classical pieces effortlessly with exuberance and such superb technical interpretation that won him a standing ovation. Specializing in the guitar repertoire of the 19th and 20th centuries he has been recognized as the one of the most interesting talents on the international guitar scene.
The concert was followed by pre-dinner cocktails serving only red Lambrusco, and thereafter, Chef Rizzolli from Italy served a dinner that paired off well with chocolate and red. Most unusual was the pumpkin risotto sprinkled with nuttela amaretti and with a drizzle of Italian ferro chocolate.
The lamb chops with balsamic vinegar reduction too had a touch of red with pomegranate, and so did the sole fish fillet Siciliana with tomato relish. Chocolate afficianados had a treat with the desserts of chocolate lava cake with Rocher heart.
An evening of theatre, music and fine dining for Kalalaya
It’s hard to imagine anything topping Koluu turned out in full drag, but the menu at Kalalaya fundraiser came close. ‘My Funny Valentine’ an evening of theatre, music and fine fusion dining at the Cinnamon Grand was dedicated to raising funds for one of the country’s better known schools of dance, music and drama.
The Kalalaya School of Dance and Music was founded by the Sri Lanka Tamil Women’s Union in 1948. At that time Lady Nesamani Coomaraswamy was President and the school was dedicated to the study of the performing arts. The union constructed its building on a plot of land off Bullers Road in 1952.
In later years, first a prefabricated structure (donated by the Australian Government) was put up and then thanks to the generosity displayed by the likes of the Indian Government, the Arts Council of Ceylon and the general public, the Kalalaya building was constructed.
The school would have its name associated with many a prestigious event in the decades that followed. Performers from the school participated in a gala performance for Queen Elizabeth 11 of England in 1954 during her visit to Sri Lanka. In the same year, they entertained Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru of India and Sastromidjojo of Indonesia who were in Colombo to attend the Non Aligned Conference.
Today, the Kalalaya halls and building continue to host a new generation of students even as they serve as headquarters for the union and as a nerve centre of its cultural and social services activities. However, after five decades, the buildings are in urgent need of renovation and refurbishment. In addition, the union hopes to build additional classrooms to accommodate more students.
A drive to raise funds is underway and ‘My Funny Valentine’ brought fans of Indu Dharmasena out in full force. Every table was tastefully decorated in shades of red and orange, and the night’s meal boasted some lush, fusion dishes, distinguished by a range of unusual flavours.
Venthaya Kozhambu sauce served with potato bonda and tamarind scented chicken breast on Malabar avial were among the main courses, with jakfruit fudge and soursop ice cream for dessert. Live classical Indian music produced by two musicians provided a fine accompaniment to the evening’s festivities.
Dishes fit for a Mughal emperor
By Smirit Daniel
When we walk into Navaratna, at the Taj Hotel on a Saturday night, it is to find the place hopping. Tables fill up and empty; only to fill up again as we linger over our meal. Live music played by a group of musicians seated near the entrance adds to the ambience, as does a larger than life painting of the coronation of a Mughal Emperor on one wall.
Chef Chauhan will tell you that the Punjabi cuisine he specialises in was born when the abundance of his native fields was harvested by the invading Mughals in 16th century India. Fit for the banquet table of an Emperor, these butter and cream laced curries, succulent kebabs, subtly flavoured breads and fully flavoured biryanis are now favourites the world over.
The ingredients are distinctive – garam masala, saffron, kashmiri chilli powder and black sesame are among those you will find lining the chef’s shelves and he says he places the highest emphasis on quality ingredients.
Looking through the menu, I’m intrigued by several unusual dishes. There’s a Tandoori Lobster (Rs.2950) that is apparently the Chef’s signature dish and Crab Simla Mirchi (Rs.975) that I have never eaten before.
The vegetarian menu offers its own unique dishes – simmered jakfruit and lotus stem make an appearance – but there are also those classic dishes that I grew up loving. Chargrilled eggplant with onions and tomatoes make up a Punjabi speciality known as Baigan ka Bharta and Palak Paneer, another universal favourite which brings spinach and cottage cheese together into perfect harmony is also available. Both are priced at Rs. 675.
When he comes by our table, Chef Chauhan is in fine form, and recommends we begin with a platter of Kebabb-e-dawat (Rs.1995). Three portions of prawn, minced meat and luscious chunks of chicken, fresh from the tandoor oven, are served on sizzlers. In the Kebab-e-tastari (Rs.1225), an all vegetarian version, I spot what I think are Moong Ki Golai made up of green moong dal and Bhuna Paneer Tikka.
In the meal that follows, we are given the chance to sample a variety of dishes.
We taste the Jhennga Malai Curry (Rs. 1750) which consists of lovely, firm prawns cooked in a rich curry and the Gosht Rizzala (Rs.825) which my husband says reaffirms his belief that Indians are masters of cooking mutton. The meat is so tender; it practically melts in the mouth, and along with a helping of Paneer Makhani (Rs. 675) we are spoilt for choice. In my opinion, all three curries are best sampled with a butter or garlic naans or roomali roti. As assorted bread basket (Rs. 525) at the restaurant will let you have your pick.
Perhaps because I was looking forward to it so much, when the Murgh Jaffrani Biryani (Rs.825) comes, I am more impressed with how it looks than how it tastes. It is made in the dum style, with a hard seal made of flour allowing the meat and rice inside to simmer in their juices. Perhaps the prawn version (Rs.925) may have gone down better. Fortunately, having been plied with so much food and drink, we are far from hungry. To finish there’s a helping of sweet juicy Gulab Jamun (Rs. 425), swimming in syrup and creamy Malai Kulfi (Rs.425).
Later on, we are told that Chef Chauhan comes from a large family and that many of his earliest recipes were gleaned from his mother. Despite having travelled widely as a chef, he still says that nothing compares to the food that comes from her kitchen. But notwithstanding a trip to Punjab, this might be one of your better options.
It’s buzz time in
the design world
The Geoffrey Bawa Trust Award for Excellence in Architecture is underway
Recognising and encouraging superlative standards of architecture, the Geoffrey Bawa Trust Award for Excellence in Architecture is underway for the second time. Awarded once every three years, judges go through a meticulous process of whittling down entries into a shortlist of eight.
This year the architects who’ve been selected include Yudish Ganesan, Sheran Henry Associates- with two entries, Palinda Kannangara, Santha Liyanage, Thisara Thanapathy- with two entries, and Richard Murphy Architects.
Architect Yudish Ganesan’s design is the Udayapuram School in Periyakallar, Kallar, Batticaloa. Working within a budget set by the Rotary Club and the guidelines set by the Ministry of Education, the design is simple yet remarkable.
|Channa Daswatte addressing the news conference with architect Jayantha Perera and Sunethra Bandaranaike
The two entries by Sheran Henry Associates include the Tsunami Housing scheme in Kalutara and the Lion Museum in Biyagama. Distinctive in both designs is the resourceful use of space.
Architect Palinda Kannangara’s exquisite design of a Holiday Bungalow in Avissawella was selected for its blending with the environment and its floating feel.
Architect Sanath Liyanage’s design of the Kalundewa Retreat in Dambulla, impressed the judges with its minimalistic style.
The British New High Commission was also selected - designed by Richard Murphy Architects, Scotland, UK. The High Commission eased into the list with its pleasant working environment, for its flexibility in allowing future changes and its security of the building.
The other double entry, which is by Architect Thisara Thanapathy, includes the Sarath Abeyrathne House in Colombo 5 and a Holiday Bungalow in Ulpatha, Matala. Both buildings have a calm relaxed feel.
The eight entries were selected by judges Suhanya Raffel, Trustee, Geoffrey Bawa Trust, Deputy Director, Curatorial and Collection Development at the Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane Australia. Kerry Hill, a leading architect in Asia and winner of several awards including the Aga Khan Award for Architecture in 2001, Ajita de Costa, a Chartered Textile Technologist by profession and also the Chairman of the Heritage Foundation for the Environment and Art, Architect Jayantha Perera FIA(SL), Past President of the Sri Lanka Institute of Architects ( 2008 –2009 ), Archt. Channa Daswatte and Archt. C. Anjalendran.
In the approaching weeks, the shortlisted buildings will be visited and undergo further scrutiny before the best among them is selected for the prestigious award.


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Even Nick van de Wall a.k.a. Afrojack couldn’t save Paris Hilton’s music career but you can’t fault him for not being able to save a lost cause.
Born and raised in the Netherlands, Afrojack’s distinct flavor of EDM first took the world by storm with “Take Over Control” which featured Dutch chanteuse Eva Simons and announced that there was a new DJ in town. Afrojack’s work also appeared on Beyonce’s “Run the World (Girls).”
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I pulled the strap of my purse up a little higher on my shoulder as I locked my car up and hurried toward the courthouse. Glancing at my watch, I saw that I had about four minutes to spare. I saw the computer monitor in the wall, and I watched, waiting for the name I needed so Id know what room.
"Bingo," I hurried toward the elevator, slamming the button in hopes it would make the door open faster. Finally, pushing the three on the number panel, I waited again. With a ding, I was on my way to room 313.
People sat in the chairs waiting for their names to be called up. Those other people didnt matter to me; I was there for one person only. I looked around trying to find her, and finally I did, sitting near the back, her arm running along the back of the empty chair next to her. She actually had somewhat normal clothes on- black pants and Doc Martins, a button up white shirt. I wondered for just a moment if she had borrowed the shirt from her sister. It totally looked like a Jodi shirt.
Shoving the thought out of my mind, I sat in the chair next to her. Blue eyes turned to look at the person who would dare sit next to her. They opened wide in surprise.
"What are you doing here?"
"Well," I crossed one leg over the other, "Im not about to let you go through this alone, Cody." I turned to her. "I started out with you, bailing your butt out of jail, so I figured I may as well finish it out, right?" She shrugged, trying to pull the I dont give a shit mode, but somehow I felt that wasnt the case. "Come on, Code. Dont be so nonchalant." She looked down at her hands that dangled between her spread knees, then looked over at me.
"Truth?" I nodded.
"Im glad youre here." I stared at her, completely touched, a slow smile spreading across my face as I felt heat radiate from my heart.
"Awww. I think that must be the only nice thing youve ever said to me." She grinned.
"Yeah, well itll be the last."
"Cody Savannah Thomlin."
She looked up and sighed.
"Thats my cue." She headed up to the podium that was for the defendants. I watched as the judge reiterated her crime and handed down some words of advice as well as her punishment. She didnt say much, just quietly turned around and walked back to the chair. I stood.
"Not bad. You can wipe out twenty-four hours of community service in no time." I slapped her on the back as she grabbed the backpack and skateboard that had been under her chair. "Whats this?" I fingered a zipper on the bag. She looked at me like I was crazy.
"Do you really think Im going to board with this crap on?" She indicated her shirt.
"Whatever was I thinking. Go change and Ill take you to lunch." She grinned.
"You got it."
I waited outside the bathroom as Cody changed into the skater girl that she is. I had to do some fancy footwork to get here today. I didnt want to piss Rhonda off, or make her think I was stepping on her toes, but since she wasnt willing to stand by her daughters mistakes, I would.
The door opened, and the Cody that I know stepped out wearing black corduroy shorts that reached her knees, black Vans, and a white tank with a black and gray flannel over it to cut down on the chilly rain of the day.
"Ready?" She nodded, and we headed out as she stuck a black ball cap on her head, tucking her hair behind her ears. "So how do you feel?" I asked as we headed toward my car.
"Glad its over."
"Nervous, were you?" She shrugged, certainly not willing to admit that to me. Im sure her earlier admission was the best I could expect. I had to laugh inside. She was always so worried about looking or acting ... human.
"So where are you taking me?"
"Where would you like to go?"
"Okay, how about The Blue Moon?"
"On north west 21st?" I nodded. "A pub? Youre taking this delinquent to a pub?"
"Yes, I am."
Shaking my head, I got the car started and we were off.
After the fire that had crippled the place back in September, I was glad that it had finally reopened about a week and a half ago. Finally seated, we both grabbed a menu.
"Oh, I so know what Im having," I said, already licking my lips.
"Me, too." Cody tossed her menu aside.
"Oh? You first."
"The BLT & A, of course." She leaned back in her chair.
"You like avocado?" I asked, setting my menu on top of hers. She nodded.
"Love it. You?"
"Eh, can live without it. My first apartment had an avocado green kitchen, and my couch at the time, which I had bought from a flea market for twenty bucks, matched it perfectly. Ever since then, for some reason, I cant stand the color or the vegetable." I grinned. "Ill be having the Caesar chicken sandwich. Yum."
"Not bad," Cody conceded. "So how did you know when the court date was?" she asked, drinking the water that was brought to us.
"I have my ways," I said, also sipping. The waiter came and took our order, which left us with time to talk. This girl was such a mystery to me, yet I had the feeling there was so much more to her than met the eye. "So, when you were back at the nunnery, as you like to call it, what were you planning to study?"
"How to escape 101." I chuckled.
"And you passed with flying colors." She grinned. "Seriously. Come on, Cody." She sighed, staring at some of the other customers for a moment.
"I had thought about art, but I just really didnt have any idea what kind. I took a few classes, but none of it interested me. I could give a shit why Van Gogh did what he did, or what he was thinking why he did it, you know?" I nodded. She looked down as she played with her fork. "I just felt like it was a waste of my time. The entire experience was a waste of my time."
"Do you think youll ever go back?" Her head shot up, her eyes narrowed.
"What, did my mom put you up to this?" I shook my head, putting my hands up in defense.
"No, maam. This is just me and you, honest." She sighed and looked out the window at the passersby on the sidewalk.
"You know, I think Jodi came out of the womb wanting to be boring. I didnt." She looked at me with such honesty in those blue eyes. "When we were kids, she would rather be inside reading a book or coloring or something stupid like that, and all I wanted to do was go outside and board, or ride my bike or kick the neighborhood boys asses at basketball." She grinned at the memory.
"Do you bike?" She shrugged.
"Eh, used to. Lost interest in it pretty early on once I discovered,"
"The almighty skateboard." She smirked.
"Yup. It kicks a bikes ass any day."
"Oh? Care to make a little wager on that, do you?" She looked at me for a moment, then looked down, shaking her head. I chuckled. "I didnt think so."
"I can do better tricks, at least," she said in her beloved boards defense.
"Im sure you can."
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"Did you enjoy the movie?" Keith asked as he held me a little closer. I nodded as I stared into the flames in the fireplace in the living room. We had moved all the furniture out of the way, spreading a quilt on the floor and had just finished watching "Made In Heaven," an 80s movie with Timothy Hutton and Kelly McGillis.
"So romantic," I said. "God, to think he left Heaven, going all the way back to earth to be re-born in a crappy family just to find her again." I sighed.
"And, all before he turned thirty."
"Does love like that really exist?" I ran my hand over his arm, and felt him shrug.
"Im not sure." He pulled me closer into him, he leaning back against the couch, and me between his legs leaning back against him.
Part of me wished hed do something, run his hands along my arms, and find the end of my shirt, or whisper how much he loved me in my ear, or even just simply kiss my neck.
None of these things happened, but there was that part of me that was glad for it and was content with where we were, and how things were going. I had felt during our entire relationship that there was something missing for Keith, and I had taken it all in stride, knowing how well he treated me, and how safe he really was. There were no pressures or expectations. Just plain and simple love.
But no fire.
As I looked into the flames, I remembered a dream I had had once when I had been in my last year of high school. In the dream, I had been in a cabin up in the woods all by myself, a storm of some sort outside, just enough so there was no power, and I had had to start a fire to beat the cold. Just when I had thought the dream would be like all the others, it had changed, and someone had knocked on the door, and that someone, a faceless, nameless someone, had become my lover in front of the very fire I felt was my protection. I had awoken when my alarm had gone off, my hands down my underwear. It had been torture, so I had finished anyway, releasing the pent up sexual tension the dream had caused.
I had never forgotten that dream, and sometimes even still Id fantasize about it to this day, nearly ten years later.
"So, are we still on for shopping for your uncles birthday over the weekend?" Keith asked, breaking through my thoughts. I grabbed his arms, wrapping them around me a little tighter.
"Mm, yeah. I think thatll be fun." I said, my voice almost a purr of physical contentment. I felt warm and safe. Maybe adventure in life wasnt what it was cracked up to be.
"Great. I still need to find my parents an anniversary gift, too."
We sat in silence for a few more minutes until Keith spoke again.
"Oh, we have a new client at the gallery."
"Really? Who is it?"
"His name is Ben Grady. Hes in the insurance business, and likes to decorate the offices with fine art."
"He must be very successful. Lucky for you." I smiled. "Just sic Cody on him. Youll be set." He chuckled, holding me tighter.
"That girl certainly has the Midas touch, doesnt she?"
"Yes, she does."
* * *
My day had been long so far, and was just getting longer. But, at least the weekend was coming, well, that is to say that it was almost one day closer. Rhonda and I were supposed to have lunch today, and I just hoped that Id be finished with this ad in time. The intercom on my desk buzzed, and I knew that someone would be talking to me in about two seconds.
"Brooklyn, you ready?" Rhonda asked, her voice sounding tired. I pushed the talk button down as I continued to mark mistakes.
"Yup, well I hope so. Give me five."
"You got it."
Running a hand through my hair, finally I got everything fixed, and tossed my pen to the desk, grabbing my purse and jacket just in time for Rhonda to walk up to my cubicle.
"Oh my god, Im about to kill Nike." She said as we made our way to the elevator. "Theyre not happy no matter what we do." She turned to me, exasperation written all over her face. "You would think such a successful company would be a little more creative."
"Well, theyre so successful. Obviously their head honcho isnt much into taking creative risks."
"Hell, I dont know. It makes my job that much harder. Im just glad that Wieden & Kennedy didnt get the gig. That would have really pissed me off." The doors dinged open, and we headed out into the day. "I am so glad April is on its way."
"Why?" I unlocked my car, and got behind the wheel. Rhonda slammed the door shut on her side.
"I want some nice weather." She took a deep breath and flipped the sun visor down to look at the mirror on the underside. "God, look at me." She ran her fingers under her eyes, collecting some of the eye makeup that had gathered there. "I look like a raccoon. Hell, I look like an old woman today."
"According to Cody, youre ancient, so you, Id say youre doing okay." I grinned, heading us toward Tristans. She snorted.
"Some day that kid will eat her words, I tell you."
"Keith said shes kicking some serious butt at the gallery." She turned to me with a smile of pride.
"I know. Im so happy she finally got a job, and one she enjoys no less. Some hard feat for a girl her age. Now if only shed go to school."
"I think she will in her own time, Ron. Shes got too much to offer not to."
"Oh, I agree completely. Thats what Ive been telling her for the past five years. Fourteen, thats when Jodi decided what school she wanted to go to."
"Well, thats Jodi, Ron. Their interests lie in completely different areas."
"I have never seen two sisters that were so different. Twins, no less." I smiled, pulling into a space at our favorite restaurant.
"I hear ya."
"You know, its so strange. Ive seen more of my girls over the last few weeks than I think I have the entire time Ive worked there?" She turned a baffled expression to me. I smiled, knowing that I could speak for one. The other one, no one could speak for her. "So, can you come over for dinner tonight?" I shook my head.
"No. My friend Rand has invited me out to dinner. She said she has some possible big news." I grinned.
"Oh? Any ideas on what it might be?"
"I dont know. Im thinking, hoping, it may be her boyfriend finally proposed. Guess well see."
"Hey, when is Keith going to get his cute little butt into gear?" I chuckled as we were given a table.
* * *
I decided to do some shopping before Rand came over. I had torn my old pair of spandex riding pants, and needed to get another pair before my ride tomorrow. I was not a huge fan of the mall, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.
Carrying my find, a brand new pair of green spandex pants, in a bag from the store, I decided to walk around for a bit since I had two hours to kill anyway.
"What, is it old chicks night out?"
"Cody, be nice."
I turned around, about to step into the Old Navy, and saw two grinning Thomlin sisters looking at me.
"Well, well, if its not the infamous Thomlin twins." Jodi smiled while Cody looked bored. "You know, every time I say that, I cant help but wanting to sing." I grinned, looking from one to the other as they looked back at me as though Id lost my mind. "Hold me now? Ohhh? Thompson Twins?" Still no one was home. "Sorry. Thought you might of heard of them."
"Where they around before or after color TV?" Cody asked, arms crossed over her chest.
"Listen you, youngster, you just dont know good music when you hear it."
"Ive heard of them." Jodi piped up.
"Figures." Her sister snorted. It was odd looking at Jodi just then, remembering what Cody had told me before I dropped her off at home. Knowing that Jodi was not only gay, but also had something for me was a little strange. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but ... odd.
"So, what are you two doing?" I asked, trying to brighten up the moment.
"Just doing a little shopping. You know our parents anniversary is coming up," Jodi explained.
"No, I didnt know that."
"Well, hello, Brooklyn. You are one of their best friends." Jodi punched me lightly on the arm. I chuckled politely. "Care to join us?"
"Well, ah," I pointed toward the door, my shopping finished, then changed my mind. I might as well spend a little time with Rhondas girls. "Sure." Jodi smiled.
"Wonderful. Im thinking about going in there." She turned toward the store behind us. I grimaced, seeing all the cheesy items inside, including hand muffs for two, stained-glass things that hooked onto a suction cup that attached to the window. "Oh, look at that little suction cup raccoon!" She hurried into the store, and I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, dadll love that one," Cody mumbled under her breath. "Im going over there," she muttered, and walked across the hall. I followed her progress to see that she was heading toward the Discovery Channel Store. Oh, that sounded good. I turned back to the store that Jodi was exclaiming over.
"Um, Jodi? Ill be across the hall, okay?"
"Um, sure." She smiled at me, but I could definitely hear the disappointment in her voice. Making my way to the store, I saw a nifty magnetic dartboard, the darts having small, round magnets on their tips instead of hard metal or plastic points.
"Nice." I grabbed the dozen darts, and looked behind me as I backed up to give myself some distance to throw. Licking my lips, I raised my arm and took careful aim, I licked my lips, and shot, waiting for the bulls-eye that I knew was my fate,... er, not. The dart hit the mark, but then slid right off. With a small growl, I raised my arm again, and shot.
"Man, you suck." I turned to see Cody standing not five feet away, hands in her pockets as she glanced at me then at the dart board.
"No, I really dont. But it helps if your damn darts will stay in place." I tossed a fourth dart, and though it stuck, it wasnt even on the board.
"Uh huh. Id say dart queen you are not." She grabbed the remaining darts from my hand, and pushed me aside. "Watch the pro." Just like me, she took her time, making sure she had it lined up just right, and took aim.
"Yeah, and youre any better?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Keep your shorts up." She raised the last dart, taking a deep breath, and threw it, completely missing the thing altogether. My head went back as the laughter erupted out of me. Cody looked completely embarrassed, turning away as she went to look at something else.
My hand covered my mouth as I tried to keep it in, but it was just too good to hold inside. I followed the girl.
"Im sorry, Cody. That was just really funny." She glared at me over her shoulder, then slowly a smile emerged.
"I meant to do that."
"Yeah, I bet you did."
"There you guys are." We both turned to see Jodi entering the store, empty handed, thank god. I really thought she was going to buy something from that awful store with the fake fur pelts hanging on the wall. "Cody, were not getting any further, you know."
"What about this?" her twin asked, holding up a picture frame that had a little gizmo in it that allowed you to leave a voice message for the recipient.
"Code, thats like eighty bucks."
"I know. Come on, Jodi. Have a little sense of humor. Ill cover the extra friggin cost, for crying out loud."
"Well," Jodi picked up the frame, and pushed to button to listen to the message that someone else had recorded. She grinned, and looked up at her sister. "You have to smile. That is the only way were going to do this." Cody stared at her for a moment, then nodded with a sigh.
I watched the interaction between these two, amazed, not for the first time, at how well they actually seemed to get along for the most part, yet were worlds apart.
"So, where are you going to take the picture?" I asked, leaning my hand against one of the displays. They both looked at me as though theyd forgotten I was even there. Looking at each other, they shrugged, looking back at me. "You know, Cody, Keith takes pictures." The girl looked at me, then nodded.
"I knew that." Again I had to chuckle.
"Yeah, Im sure you did."
"Well, Im going to pay for this." The skater took a frame that was in a box, and headed toward the counter.
The three of us headed out of the store, and into the busy main hall.
"Well, I guess our job is done here," Jodi said, pulling the strap of her purse higher on her shoulder.
"Okay. Well," I was about to tell them I was going to go, but then I spotted Tracks R Us. "Ill see you guys later." I started to head for the athletic store that sold some of the greatest bikes, roller blades, skateboards, whatever wheeled sporting object the heart desired, basically.
"Oh, I am so there," I heard said behind me, and knew who it was before I saw the baggy-clothed blur whiz by me.
I made my way toward the back where the bikes were sold, running my hands over the beautiful bodies, wishing I had an endless supply of money to buy more and more to add to my obsession. I glanced over to the skateboards, which were just the next row over. Cody had a board in hand, her hand almost worshiping it as she ran her fingers over the black deck, the wheels gray plastic, the accents on the board chrome.
As I watched her, I could see the awe and desire shine in her blue eyes, like a kid looking at her favorite candy.
"Its beautiful," I said, walking over to her.
"Yeah it is," she said, not even looking up from it. "I just wish it werent a hundred and seventy-five bucks." She briefly glanced at me, then back at the board which she put back on the display.
I walked back over to the bikes, looking at the one Id been eyeing for months.
"Whats that?" I heard asked behind me.
"This, dear child, is the best bike on the market." I looked up at her as she looked down at the bike that I lovingly caressed. "Its made of the highest quality materials, great seat with extra added padding for the female physique, and these great new shocks that are attached under the seat to make riding flawless." I grinned up at her, and she gave me the tiniest of smiles.
"Cool. I know what youre talking about with those shocks. My buddy has them on his board."
"Yeah? Lucky buddy. Id kill to have them on Murry."
"Yup." I turned away and walked over to the wall of helmets. "Thats my bike, Murray Marin, my trusty steed."
"Wait, what are you talking about?" I turned to her as if shed lost her mind.
"Tell me your skateboard doesnt have some sort of term of endearment from you?" I put my hands on my hips. The girl looked away, suddenly finding the helmets quite interesting. "I thought so."
I also turned my attention to the wall, eyeing all the new styles, some of which I had to wonder what the hell the manufacturers were thinking.
"I dont get this," I said, pulling one off the wall. "This may have some pretty cool colors, but when it comes down to it, its not going to do shit for you." Cody looked at me. "What?" I asked.
"Is that a problem?" I raised a brow.
"Nah. I just didnt think someone your age does that." I rolled my eyes, and turned back to the helmets.
"Oh, look at this god of a helmet." I took it down, and looked at it, the sleek design that I could imagine the air just falling right off the long, pointed back as I flew through the streets.
"You should get it," I heard Cody say.
"I dont know," I mumbled, seeing the price tag of nearly one hundred and fifty dollars.
"Come on, Brooklyn. A little change wont kill you. Shit, wear that, and the life you save may just be your own." I glanced up into sparkling blue eyes, and in that moment I decided to buy the damn thing.
"Fine. Ill buy it. If I cant pay all my bills next month, its your fault," I grumbled. She chuckled, her fingers touching a nice, smooth black and silver helmet, her eyes riveted to it. "So, see anything you like?" She snatched her hand away.
"Come on, Cody. Pick it up. I know you want to," I said as I tried on my helmet to make sure it would fit okay. Reluctantly the girl grabbed it, looking it over, and running her hand over the shiny surface. "Thatd look pretty great with that skateboard you were fondling earlier." She rolled her eyes at me.
"You can be a dork sometimes." I smiled.
"Come on, Ill buy it for you." She raised her hand, starting to protest, but I put my hand on her arm. "Really, Id rather not have to pick you up with a bloody head next time." I looked into her eyes to let her know I was serious. She looked at me for a moment, then slowly backed away, my hand falling from her arm, and she nodded. "Try it on." She did, and it would work. "Great." I smiled. "Lets go."
Cody followed me up to the counter, her helmet held proudly in her hands until she handed it to me so I could give it to the salesclerk at the register.
The three of us walked out toward the parking lot, both of us having parked in the Dillards parking lot. Cody said nothing as she followed behind Jodi and I as we chatted, the bag containing her prize swinging at her side.
"Hang on a sec, Jodi," she yelled, following me to my car, which was parked a row over, and seven cars down. I unlocked my car and turned to her expectantly. She looked at the ground, and shuffled her feet.
"Um, thanks," She held up the bag. "That was cool that you did that."
"No problem, Code. Just promise me youll actually use it." I smiled. Just the very corner of her mouth turned up.
"You, too. Later."
* * *
"What?!" My eyes widened in shock, bite of chicken halfway to my mouth. Rand sat back against the couch, tucking her legs under her as she adjusted her plate on her lap. She nodded.
"I dont know yet, though."
"Rand!" I whined. "You cant leave." I felt crushed. My Rand leaving me? No!
"Baby, this is the opportunity of a lifetime. You know how much I want to work for Senator Dickson," she said, putting her hand on my knee.
"I know." I looked into my plate, setting my fork down, bite forgotten. "And I truly am hopeful for you." I looked into my friends pleading eyes. "But this will mean moving to D.C., doesnt it?" She nodded.
"But, just think, Brooklyn. Its only a phone interview. Theres no guarantee Ill get past that."
"I have no doubt that once they get a good dose of your smarts and lovely personality, all piss and vinegar, youre in." She smacked me.
"Fuck you." My friend smiled, and I could see the possibilities whirling around that head of hers.
"Im sorry. Im sure you were expecting more from me than whining." I covered her hand on my knee and looked deep into her dark eyes. "I love you, Rand, and truly do want what makes you happy." A huge smile broke out over her face, and she grabbed me, nearly making me drop my plate.
"Thank you, sunshine," she exclaimed into my neck.
"Any time, booper." She pulled away from me.
"Booper?" I shrugged, and we both laughed.
"Whens the call?" I set my plate onto the coffee table, suddenly losing my appetite.
"In two weeks. I have no idea what to say."
"Will it be the senator herself?" She nodded.
"Itll be a long process. There will be seriously in depth background check on me and all that. Well, if I get past the phone call." She sighed, sitting back. "God, Im nervous."
"Oh, sweetie. Youre going to be great. I have absolutely no doubt."
"Thanks, pumpkin. Hey," she sat up, a grin on her face. "Lets go get some ice cream!" Of course my eyes immediately opened wide as I nodded vigorously.
We put the dishes in the sink Id clean them up later and hurried out to Rands Saab, black, with the comfy leather interior.
We headed straight to Licks, and got in line. My mouth nearly drooled as I stared at the fridgerated, glass cases, colorful buckets of homemade ice cream inside.
"Check out the mint chocolate chip," Rand drawled, nudging me with her elbow. I licked my lips nodding.
"Hey, Brooklyn." I looked up and back, right into smiling brown eyes.
"Jodi." I waved. "Come on up with us." The girl quickly moved out of line and hurried up to join our little twosome. "Rand, this is Codys sister, Jodi. Jodi, my best friend, Rand." They shook hands.
"Nice to meet you." Jodi said.
"You, too." Rand smiled. "Gosh, you and your sister couldnt be any more different if you tried," she marveled.
"Oh, and we do, believe me." Jodi laughed, as did my friend. The girl turned to me. "So, what are you guys doing out tonight? Just bumming?"
"Well, this one here got a hankering for ice cream." I explained, putting my arm around Rands waist. "I swear, this stuff will be the death of me." I groaned.
"The biggest." Rand answered. "Screw the carrot in front of the horse, just stick a bucket of 31 Flavors, and youve got her."
"Good to know," Jodi said, nodding. I smiled, but looked down to hide it. You poor thing. Though, I had to admit, it was flattering. To my knowledge, Id never had a woman have a rush on me before. I mean, I could certainly do worse; Jodi was attractive, intelligent, sweet, my boss daughter.
Shaking my head to clear it, I looked up when I was asked what I wanted from the kid behind the counter.
"Double scoop of the mint chocolate chip, please," I ordered with a huge grin across my face, just like the little kid I was at heart.
"Join us?" Rand asked Jodi after we all had our treats.
"Certainly. Thank you."
I was surprised, Rand usually not liking anyone entering our little circle, and definitely since Jodi shared blood with Cody. I figured that would be an unforgivable mark against her right there. But, Rand surprised me by chatting it up with the girl. They got into an especially heated, yet good-natured debate on politics. I, of course stayed out of that one. Rand could kick my ass with political knowledge every time. But then, she actually cared.
"So what would you be doing in D.C.?" Jodi asked, my mind finally rejoining the conversation as I ate the rest of my cone.
"Id be working for Senator Alice Dickson." Rand explained. "Im a great admirer of hers, so it would really be quite an opportunity for me."
"How exciting." Jodi smiled.
* * *
I had laid in bed for about an hour after Rand had left, my brain processing what that could mean if she were to get that job. I knew it was premature to give it this much energy, but she was really all I had left.
With a heavy heart, I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
I jumped, my eyes opening wide in shock and horror, the silent scream tearing from my throat, my body finally starting to take action as I began to run.
"Nooooooooo!" I heard the sirens stop, then start again, ringing in my head...
Ring, ring, ring.
"No!" I sat up, my breathing heavy, chest heaving. I closed my eyes, putting my hand to my face.
Ring, ring, ring.
Startled, I turned and realized my phone was ringing.
"Um, is this Codys friend, Brooklyn?" Any remnants of sleep I had were gone with this strange voice of a man I didnt recognize at all.
"Yes," I said, my voice wary.
"Um, this is her friend, Jimmy. Um, she kind of needs you down at the police station."
"What?" I jumped out of the bed. "What for?"
"Im not real sure whats going on. She just called me to go get her, but I dont have any money, and well, shes got my car."
I sighed, holding my head in my hand.
"Okay. Thanks, Jimmy."
Anger was building inside with every second as I threw some clothes on, muttering to myself, feeling completely disappointed, as if any sort of headway Id made with that damn kid had just gone in one ear and out the other.
"Damn it, Cody." I grabbed my keys and hurried out the door into the cold night.
Once again, I pulled into the parking lot of the police station, and hurried inside. The same officer was at the desk.
"Cody Thomlin," I said, hands in my pockets to keep them from fidgeting, and strangling the girl. The door opened, and a very sheepish Cody walked into the lobby. I turned to face her, chewing on the inside of my cheek to still my words. Finally she looked up at me. As soon as she saw my face, the sheepishness disappeared behind attitude. "So what happened?" I asked, my voice quiet.
"They said at first it was a DUI, but then after the breathalyzer, they lowered it to a DWAI." She looked down again, and I felt my stomach fall.
"What is a DWAI?" I asked, my voice almost a whisper, eyes closing as my fingers went to the bridge of my nose.
"Driving while ability impaired," she said, her voice quiet, full of shame.
"Did you do this, Cody?" I couldnt look at her.
"I had a beer and a half at Jimmys. I had gone out in his car to get us some snacks." She finally looked at me again.
"Miss, if youd sign here, please?" The officer said from behind the front desk. I looked at her and shook my head.
"No, I wont." I turned back to Cody. "I told you that you had only one get out of jail free card." I pointed my finger at her. "You used it up, Cody. Now you can sit here over night and think about what the hell youre doing with your life."
I was so angry I was beginning to shake and knew I had to get away from her.
"What?" the girl asked, her face incredulous.
"Thats right. You can sit in that cell tonight and think about it, Cody." I could feel my eyes begin to well up. "I need to go. Im starting to feel sick." I turned toward the officer who waited for my instructions. "Take her away."
"Lets go." The officer put his hand on her arm, and she glared at me, the shock giving way to anger.
Without another look back, I hurried out of the station, and got in my car, turning the key, the car roaring to life. I took several deep breaths, then grabbed the key and turned it in the ignition. When the car groaned at me as I tried to start it again, I ran a hand through my hair, and backed out of the space. Destination in mind, I turned onto the main street, and roared away.
I banged on the door, waiting, my eyes stinging as the tears wanted to come, but I was doing my best to try and keep them at bay. The door opened, and a very tired and surprised Keith looked at me. At the sight of him, a sob ripped from me, and I fell into his arms.
"Whoa. Baby, whats wrong?" He put his hand to the back of my head, holding my head to his chest. "Come on, sweetheart, lets get you inside. Its cold out here."
He led me to the couch, and pulled me to him.
"Cody was arrested again," I cried, holding onto him, digging my fingers into the soft material of his robe.
"What for?" he asked, his voice quiet.
"Driving while drinking." I heard him sigh, resting his chin on top of my head as he held me tighter.
"Oh, baby," he said, caressing my back.
"Why would she do that, Keith?" I asked, my eyes closed as I tried to snuggle even closer to him.
"I dont know, babe. Shes young and stupid."
"Young and stupid?" I asked, pulling away from him. "Keith, you know damn well what could have happened! What she could have done!"
"I know, I know." He pulled me back into him. Finally I got myself together, and Keith led me upstairs where I was finally able to sleep.
* * *
I awoke, finding myself in the bed alone. It was Saturday morning, and Keith had to go into the gallery. Glancing over at the clock, I saw that it was nearly nine in the morning. With a sigh, as the night before came back to me, I pulled myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower. My eyes burned from crying and lack of sleep, and my heart was heavy.
I took my time getting ready, the hot water helping to soothe my aching body. I had no time table, and didnt feel the need to get Cody out of there any sooner than necessary. I hoped that she had actually used the time wisely last night, and had thought about what could happen. God, never in my life had I felt so, so, what was it? Disappointment? Anger? Irritation? in a single person. I really thought she had more respect for herself than that.
Pulling on the clothes Id had on last night, I ran Keiths brush through my hair, and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red-rimmed, and slightly puffy. I looked as bad as I felt.
Grabbing my keys, and leaving Keith a thank you note, I headed out.
It was nearly ten by time I got the station. A different officer was at the front desk now, and I smiled at him.
"Can I help you, miss?"
"Yes, Im here to pick up Cody Thomlin."
"Okay. Will you be paying the full amount today?" he asked, looking up at me.
"Alright," He typed some figures into his computer, and smiled up at me. "That will be three hundred dollars."
I pulled out my checkbook, and begin to write it out. The man picked up the phone and called for her to be brought out. Within a few minutes, the door opened, and one angry teen appeared. She refused to look at me as she headed for the door. I signed the form, and hurried after her. She stood on the sidewalk, looking out toward the street.
"Get in," I said, unlocking my car. She didnt even acknowledge I had said anything. "Get in, Cody." She turned at me, her eyes on fire.
"Get in," I said one more time, my voice rising as my anger did.
"I dont need your fucking ride." She crossed her arms over her chest, looking as if she could pounce on me at any second. I turned, feeling my tears trying to come to the surface again. My back to her, I covered my face with my hands and took several deep breaths, trying to slow my heart rate, and shove my emotions down further and further. Okay, I can do this. I turned back around, looking at the defiant teen. "Cody, please get in." My voice was low, pleading, yet authoritative. She stared at me for another minute, then without a word, got in.
I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose, then also got in. I started the car, and neither of us said anything. I turned out of the parking lot, and took a left. I could see Cody looking around, confused, then turned to me.
"Where the hell are you going? My house is that way."
"Just sit tight," I grumbled.
As we drove, my mind headed out before me, watching over our destination. I hadnt been there for a while, and figured now was as good a time as any to visit.
I pulled the car to the curb and pulled the break. Cody looked around, then looked at me.
"Brooklyn, were at a cemetery." Her eyes landed on me.
"Lets go." I pulled my coat on, and headed through the open gate, our footsteps crunching on the grass, not quite green yet. Row after row of stones stretched out before us. I turned left on the path that came up, and headed off into a row. Cody followed, still looking around as though she were creeped out.
I found what I was looking for, and stopped, putting my hand on Codys arm to stop her, too.
"You know, your mom and dad have taken me under their wing over the past couple of years, and theyve been good to me. I figured it was time you finally met my family. Cody, this is my father, John, mother, Anna, and my three year old brother, Caleb."
Cody looked down at the three graves at our feet, her eyes huge. She looked at me.
"What happened to them?" Her voice was so quiet, almost pensive.
"They were killed by a 22 year old drunk driver." I glanced over at the girl. "Right in front of me. When I was 16, they had sent me to a horse riding camp for my birthday. They drove me there, a beautiful ranch in the middle of the country side. We hugged and said our goodbyes, the entire bunch. As they drove off of the property, about to turn onto the highway, he came roaring down the street at 88 miles per hour, and slammed into them." I saw it all happen again.
"I love you guys!" I yelled out to the retreating car. Turning, I walked toward the camp, my bag over my shoulder, grinning like an idiot as I thought of the possibilities for the next few weeks. Then, suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end.
I dropped my bag and turn, running as I saw the truck coming, my father certainly not even seeing it as he began to pull out. Time slowed down, and my cries were long, mutated moans to my ears as I reached my hand out, as if I could stop the inevitable.
I heard my mother scream seconds before the impact, the screeching of tires, moaning of metal being torn and pushed in a way that it was never meant to go.
Suddenly time speeded up, and I began to sprint toward the wreckage.
"No!" someone cried as I felt strong arms around me, stopping me.
"I have to get to them!" I screamed, pulling at the arms with claw-like hands, desperate to try and save them.
"No, honey! You cant. You cant do anything for them now."
My screams echoed in my head as my eyes opened, and I found Cody staring at me. I turned away, quiet as I stared down at the stones, a little angel carved into my brothers stone.
"I, I dont know what to say," Cody said, running a nervous hand through her hair. She was quiet for a moment, looking down at her feet. "Im sorry, Brooklyn."
"I wake up often from nightmares, seeing it happen all over again. I can still remember seeing my brother waving at me from the back window of the Blazer." I lowered myself to the grass, sitting in front of my family. Cody sat next to me. I took a deep breath as the tears, once again, were pushing to get out, a lump forming in my throat.
"What happened to the guy?" she asked.
"He was convicted of DUI, DUI per se, three counts of vehicular manslaughter, and possessing an open container. He walked away from the accident, Cody." I looked at her. "He had a broken arm. Three people died, and he only served six
years in prison, getting out still a very young man."
Cody swallowed several times, trying to keep her emotions under wraps, but I knew different. I could see her struggling.
"What happened to you?"
"I went to live with my great-uncle, Bruce. I stayed there until I was 18, then left for college. Hes all I have left." I finished, my voice barely a whisper.
"God," Cody said, hand reaching out to run through the grass. "I truly cant imagine what youve gone through." She turned to look at me. "Im really sorry, Brooklyn." I turned and looked at her, my eyes beginning to well.
"I know, Cody. I know."
I turned away, feeling the first of the fresh tears make its lazy way down my cheek. I felt an arm go around my shoulder, and I leaned my head against her shoulder. We sat there in the early afternoon and cried together.
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