Pre-Festival . . . Merriment?
Thanks knight_to_h3 for your advice last week. It gave me an idea: ask Dean what he wanted to do, which never occurred to me. What Dean wanted to do was, make lanterns. Mine and his.
So he brought his supplies and I sweet-talked the elves out of some food and we settled into an empty classroom. I've watched Dean work before so I knew how much of a perfectionist he can be with his projects. However, I have never worked with him, y'know, so that was quite different. We started with some sketches of things I never thought we could pull off-or certainly I couldn't do, myself. As we worked, though, the sketches came to life. By the end of the night we had ourselves two really rather amazing lanterns.
My contribution was mostly holding things upright or together while the magipoxy set or some such, so I had a chance to watch Dean work close-up, which I never did before. Even when he's sketching me, I'm not really looking at him, am I? My sister always said there was nothing more attractive than someone doing something very well and she was right; I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Nothing "happened" on this date. I'm not quite sure it was a date. I do know that things aren't quite the same as they were and it's too early to tell if that's good or bad.
Speaking of my darling sister, she will be attending the Lantern Festival as our parents will not. I'm glad; it will give us time together without Mam's fussing or Da's silences. Maybe she'll have some advice for her younger brother.
My advice to erniemacmillan: There is plenty of madness in the world. No need to dream up dark conspiracies where there are none.
--SKF
So he brought his supplies and I sweet-talked the elves out of some food and we settled into an empty classroom. I've watched Dean work before so I knew how much of a perfectionist he can be with his projects. However, I have never worked with him, y'know, so that was quite different. We started with some sketches of things I never thought we could pull off-or certainly I couldn't do, myself. As we worked, though, the sketches came to life. By the end of the night we had ourselves two really rather amazing lanterns.
My contribution was mostly holding things upright or together while the magipoxy set or some such, so I had a chance to watch Dean work close-up, which I never did before. Even when he's sketching me, I'm not really looking at him, am I? My sister always said there was nothing more attractive than someone doing something very well and she was right; I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Nothing "happened" on this date. I'm not quite sure it was a date. I do know that things aren't quite the same as they were and it's too early to tell if that's good or bad.
Speaking of my darling sister, she will be attending the Lantern Festival as our parents will not. I'm glad; it will give us time together without Mam's fussing or Da's silences. Maybe she'll have some advice for her younger brother.
My advice to erniemacmillan: There is plenty of madness in the world. No need to dream up dark conspiracies where there are none.
--SKF