new xxxholic, new farm friends, dead chickens, bruises
First off:
Should you want to read this chapter, for the love of god don't go to mangafox. The translation hurts. There's a link to a better fan translation on the doumekiwatanuki comm. Because mistranslating the difference between "miscarriage" and "abortion" is NOT A GOOD THING. I was confused by the use of "abortion" in the mangafox translation, because it didn't seem in xxxHolic's style at all. Moralistic preaching about abortion? In my CLAMP? When half the point of this series is choice? Glad to know it made as little sense as I thought it did.
And this way, I think it connects to the continuity better. Nobody knows how the baby died; but somebody who loved it wished for it to find somewhere safe somehow. Watanuki gave it that chance. I wonder if it connects to how his parents wished for him not to vanish?
Also: I about died when the reason for Watanuki being a monstrous dick ("NO IT'S NOT NECESSARY FOR YOU TO SEE THE SPIRIT NO EYE CONNECTION FOR YOU") came to light - god, you self-sacrificing moron. Thank you for not being what you appear to be. ;~;
I wish more of this mysterious character development hadn't happened off-screen! Clearly in the past five years something good has happened between Doumeki and Watanuki - Doumeki is allowed to help in the shop, and there is very little (or no?) yelling and grouching at being carried around wounded. They've come to some understanding, but I don't know what it is, because CLAMP went and skipped five years without making that clear.
Hnrrrrrngh.
A family moved onto the rancho property! The house up by the gate has been empty since I've been here, but now a sweet married couple and their three little kids have moved in there. I'm very happy! We chatted for a bit this morning; they seem so nice, and the kids are adorable. The oldest and I high-fived over Pokemon. He's an adorable kid; he'll be the type to crash every birthday party and be all, "SEE! SEE! THAT'S MY HOUSE I LIVE HERE AREN'T YOU GUYS SO JEALOUS HERE LEMME SHOW YOU AROUND." Lucky kids, growing up on that farm.
We got seven pretty white chickens sometime since Friday. This morning three were gone, three were lying dead with broken necks, and only one was left alive - upright and everything, but with a similar neck wound to the other three. We don't know what it might be. We've been losing chickens recently, but locking them up at night seemed to be working; what came through, killed six chickens, and only made off with three? A family of foxes? Opossums? No idea.
Let me just say, though, that while I am an eater and lover of chicken, picking them up by their still-warm scaly legs and carting them to the compost pile might be the grossest thing I've ever done. Oh god they were all warm and their heads were lolling and they were limp and stiff at the same time and euuuuuuuuuurgh. I can only think about it with a shower between me and the experience. Euuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurgh. The poor little kid I chatted with - I heard him while I was carrying them away. "Daddy, what are those? ... What?! Really?! Daddy, what are--!" Sorry, kid. Happy first day on the farm. ;~;
I have some crazy bruises right now. My teeth are better, enough that I can eat solid food, but my face is still really poofy. I have a yellow bruise on my arm from where Ranger flipped his shit on me last week, and a deep purple one where Twitchy kicked me, and a dark blue one where the oral surgeon punched through my vein, and a smaller but similarly-colored one where he did the IV right. I am all colors of the bruise rainbow. |D
edit:
Doumeki, take me now. Unf.
Should you want to read this chapter, for the love of god don't go to mangafox. The translation hurts. There's a link to a better fan translation on the doumekiwatanuki comm. Because mistranslating the difference between "miscarriage" and "abortion" is NOT A GOOD THING. I was confused by the use of "abortion" in the mangafox translation, because it didn't seem in xxxHolic's style at all. Moralistic preaching about abortion? In my CLAMP? When half the point of this series is choice? Glad to know it made as little sense as I thought it did.
And this way, I think it connects to the continuity better. Nobody knows how the baby died; but somebody who loved it wished for it to find somewhere safe somehow. Watanuki gave it that chance. I wonder if it connects to how his parents wished for him not to vanish?
Also: I about died when the reason for Watanuki being a monstrous dick ("NO IT'S NOT NECESSARY FOR YOU TO SEE THE SPIRIT NO EYE CONNECTION FOR YOU") came to light - god, you self-sacrificing moron. Thank you for not being what you appear to be. ;~;
I wish more of this mysterious character development hadn't happened off-screen! Clearly in the past five years something good has happened between Doumeki and Watanuki - Doumeki is allowed to help in the shop, and there is very little (or no?) yelling and grouching at being carried around wounded. They've come to some understanding, but I don't know what it is, because CLAMP went and skipped five years without making that clear.
Hnrrrrrngh.
A family moved onto the rancho property! The house up by the gate has been empty since I've been here, but now a sweet married couple and their three little kids have moved in there. I'm very happy! We chatted for a bit this morning; they seem so nice, and the kids are adorable. The oldest and I high-fived over Pokemon. He's an adorable kid; he'll be the type to crash every birthday party and be all, "SEE! SEE! THAT'S MY HOUSE I LIVE HERE AREN'T YOU GUYS SO JEALOUS HERE LEMME SHOW YOU AROUND." Lucky kids, growing up on that farm.
We got seven pretty white chickens sometime since Friday. This morning three were gone, three were lying dead with broken necks, and only one was left alive - upright and everything, but with a similar neck wound to the other three. We don't know what it might be. We've been losing chickens recently, but locking them up at night seemed to be working; what came through, killed six chickens, and only made off with three? A family of foxes? Opossums? No idea.
Let me just say, though, that while I am an eater and lover of chicken, picking them up by their still-warm scaly legs and carting them to the compost pile might be the grossest thing I've ever done. Oh god they were all warm and their heads were lolling and they were limp and stiff at the same time and euuuuuuuuuurgh. I can only think about it with a shower between me and the experience. Euuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurgh. The poor little kid I chatted with - I heard him while I was carrying them away. "Daddy, what are those? ... What?! Really?! Daddy, what are--!" Sorry, kid. Happy first day on the farm. ;~;
I have some crazy bruises right now. My teeth are better, enough that I can eat solid food, but my face is still really poofy. I have a yellow bruise on my arm from where Ranger flipped his shit on me last week, and a deep purple one where Twitchy kicked me, and a dark blue one where the oral surgeon punched through my vein, and a smaller but similarly-colored one where he did the IV right. I am all colors of the bruise rainbow. |D
edit:
Doumeki, take me now. Unf.