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Later in the season the trees will have berries on them that birds and turkeys love to eat. I have seen deer over there, but I am not sure if they eat the berries or just sample the leaves. Thursday, May 28, Sump Pump. Wednesday May 27, I got to change out a sump pump yesterday. The new pump was bigger and more powerful and its assembly required pipe wrenches, pipe dope, pipe glue and other big tools. I felt so manly I was beginning to have an erection. The only down side in this project was removing the old pump.
The old pump had been immersed in dirty water for over 10 years and was encrusted in filth. And well, there went the erection. These days when I tackle a job that only comes around every decade I wonder if I will be around or able to do it again. When I muse over my bucket list, changing a sump pump never seems to be on the list. Wednesday, May 27, Jackmani and Daises. This is a Clematis, of the Jackmani variety blooming today. At one time I had over varieties of flowers growing in 4 beds stretching 25 feet each across the front lawn. You might imagine that took up copious amounts of my time weeding and watering and fertilizing.
Once I retired and had the time to care for all of them, I did not have the energy. I either moved or dismantled all of the beds. This Jackmani kept coming back after being ripped out and mowed over. The results are in the next 3 pictures. These wild daisies have expanded on the north side of the house.
The next picture will give you an idea of the bed size. There are thousands of daisies in this approximately 10 by 15 feet bed. It is spectacular and I did not have to do a thing for it. It has arrived on its own and is better than anything I have ever created through working or designing. Tuesday, May 26, Voices in the Night. Tuesday May 26, this was an interesting day. Joyce and I were talking as we sipped our afternoon drinks.
I mentioned that since we have lived here I have heard voices late in the night. She replied that she heard them too. We had never shared this before. This house is 94 years old at this point and since there have been several people who have died in the house. The voices are muted and difficult to understand. Last night when Joyce came to bed she went to sleep quite early and after she was asleep I heard the voices. I actually got up to see if she had not turned the TV off. This may sound strange to a reader, but it is true and it never happened until after we moved into this house.
It does not bother either of us, beyond the fact that we cannot decipher what is being said. We do not know if the voices are of a ghostly nature or perhaps a parallel dimension, nor do we care. The ship was due to return to San Diego in early so I called Joyce, who was back in Missouri, and told her to buy a new car and drive to San Diego and get us an apartment on Coronado. Our Dodge was not terribly reliable. She did not feel comfortable buying a new car by herself, so she took the Dodge to a local mechanic to tune up the car and safety check it.
She was driving through New Mexico when she could not keep the car under control.
She pulled into a station there and the mechanic put the car on a lift to check underneath. The front shock absorber had lost its seal and had leaked out the fluid, making the car hard to handle. She made it to Coronado, but the car was running poorly. When I arrived I looked under the hood and found the mechanic in Missouri had failed to put the distributer cap back on properly and the rotor had cut through the connections to the eight sparkplugs and it was a miracle that she was able to drive the car that far without a breakdown.
We headed back to California in in a Ford Torino station wagon I had bought. The upper radiator hose broke going through Texas and we had to stop to have it replaced. We stopped in Las Cruces, New Mexico the next night and when we started the car on a Sunday morning, the alternator failed. There was no way to get it fixed on a Sunday, so I drove from Las Cruces to Tucson with no heater, no radio just to conserve our battery. We went to the first garage we saw by the motel to have the alternator replaced.
We did not have enough cash left to pay for the job, so the garage owner kept Joyce and our daughter Annie while I went to a local bank to cash a check. The bank did not want to cash an out of state check until I paid for them to call our Missouri back to ensure funds were available.
We made it over the mountains in California and were headed down on the west side of them when I started to hear a whining sound from the back of the car. By this time we were nearly broke, so I just drove on and hoped and prayed whatever was going wrong would last until I had a job.
I went to an employment agency and they referred me to Burroughs Computer Company. I was half way up the hill to the company for an interview, when the rear axle on the drive wheel slid out and made the car roll to a dead stop. I walked back down the hill to a garage to have them pick up and tow the car in for repair. Lucky for me I was able to walk back up the hill for the interview and get the job.
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We left California in Joyce left before I did and was at the helm of our Ford LTD and when she got to Texas she pulled into a station to refuel and the attendant looked at the tires and said they were showing steel radial belts through her tires and they needed to be replaced. She thought she may have been taken, but did not know.
She bought a set of tires there to continue on to Missouri, as she should have done. The tires they sold her were crap and did not last 20, miles in an age when tires lasted 60, or more miles.
I saw three ships come sailing in…
Caitlin, he thought, choking up for the first time. What happened down there, Cai? But it was more than wondering; it was pain and guilt. While Caitlin sought a way to rescue the kids who had been assaulted by Galderkhaani spirits—Maanik Pawar in New York, Gaelle Anglade in Haiti, Atash Gulshan in Iran—Ben Moss, linguist, had been pushing the Galderkhaani language on her, calling and texting and meeting with her to describe with great enthusiasm each new discovery or supposition. He had made her part of a quest that should have ended, for her, with the curing of Maanik and Gaelle.
He tried—and failed—not to feel resentment at the way she had kept him out of her research and discoveries. Ben thought with sharp self-reproach. His limited research into Galderkhaan barely translated the fragments of ancient language they possessed, let alone provided insights into the existence of souls in the Ascendant, Transcendent, and Candescent realms. How was he supposed to help Caitlin with this?
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Maybe the madame has insights, he thought then hoped. The priestess had been helpful in Haiti. She certainly has some kind of second sight. As the cab sped west across Central Park, Ben tried to be useful—and consoled—by applying himself to the purely scholarly side of the problem. He was amazed at how much cultural overlap had been revealed among Galderkhaani, Vodou, Hindu, and Viking lore—peoples who had no contact in the dawn of our known civilization.
Yet, the same cultural archetypes appeared. Or was it something deeper. Was there a connection that went back to this civilization that predated all others? How can that not be the case? Nor was this the time to figure it out.
He did not see how that kind of research would help Caitlin. The bustle seemed to be happening outside a bubble, a combination of exhaustion and distraction. And then, suddenly, there was a wave of fear—not unwarranted. No sooner had Ben emerged from the cab than a man stepped up to him. The newcomer was about five-ten, a little shorter than Ben, and in his forties. He was wearing jeans, work boots, and a black beret. His eyes were covered with reflective sunglasses with fashionable white frames. He held his smartphone in his left hand. His right hand was thrust deep into the pocket of his heavy leather jacket.
It was uncommon here, and in spite of everything—or because of it—Ben gave the man his attention, but not until after he had looked around. Who are you and how do you know who I am? Actually, the driver followed you. I was busy watching. From the mansion I came here, replaced one of my people. You mentioned the Group. How do you know those people? His unshaved cheeks parted as he smiled for the first time.
Then his mind returned to what he had just been thinking about, what he knew of the postapocalyptic trek of the Galderkhaani up through Asia to points north, including Scandinavia. He had been around enough diplomats to know when polite insistence was about to shade into a threat. Must we do this dance, Mr. The others—they do that. Empathetic souls like Dr. So that there are no more surprises—how many helpers do you have here?
Or is it a waste of breath to ask? If it has, then she is in great danger. Eilifir drew his hand from his pocket, handed Ben a card.
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