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thisroughmagicThe movers were finally done. It's tragic, really, that movers have even worse hours of operation than cable repair men. "We'll be there between 8 and 5" is reassuring compared to "We'll be there between Monday the third and Friday the seventh." But that was what Stephen got for moving all the way across the county and refusing to use magic along the way. He didn't even want to think about what would have been required to move all his books. Besides, it had seemed a little crude to use magic to get himself out of Jessica's life when all his wife (ex, ex-wife had wanted was for him to use his magic. So he had run out of town the old-fashioned way.
The entire morning had been spent unloading and directing, trying to get all the big pieces of furniture at least into the right rooms and stacking up the boxes of other items until they formed precarious walls of cardboard. The last thing that Stephen wants to do is unpack. It's mostly all books, kitchen supplies, clothes, but there's pictures of the girls, of Jessica, of Mom and Dad, Gran and Gramps, hidden throughout like landmines. He doesn't want to risk getting maudlin right now. It's too pretty of a day, and this is Siren Cove. This is his childhood, the happiest memories he's got right now. He doesn't want to spoil it in the first week by getting his sad emotions all over everything.
So he heads into town with no list but a vague idea of things he needs. First: coffee. The moving men showed up before he'd even brewed a pot and even though it's the afternoon, Stephen still needs a fix. Maybe some light reading on the Kindle while he sips his coffee and eats a sandwich, something YA and dystopian like all his future students were (hopefully) reading these days. Then to a bookstore or the library: that always makes him feel better. And a stroll through town, to remind himself of all the sights he hasn't seen in twenty five years, if they are even still there.
[[Feel free to find him anywhere: at the cottage about to leave, in a coffee shop, in a bookstore/library, or wandering through town. Open to EVERYONE.]]
The entire morning had been spent unloading and directing, trying to get all the big pieces of furniture at least into the right rooms and stacking up the boxes of other items until they formed precarious walls of cardboard. The last thing that Stephen wants to do is unpack. It's mostly all books, kitchen supplies, clothes, but there's pictures of the girls, of Jessica, of Mom and Dad, Gran and Gramps, hidden throughout like landmines. He doesn't want to risk getting maudlin right now. It's too pretty of a day, and this is Siren Cove. This is his childhood, the happiest memories he's got right now. He doesn't want to spoil it in the first week by getting his sad emotions all over everything.
So he heads into town with no list but a vague idea of things he needs. First: coffee. The moving men showed up before he'd even brewed a pot and even though it's the afternoon, Stephen still needs a fix. Maybe some light reading on the Kindle while he sips his coffee and eats a sandwich, something YA and dystopian like all his future students were (hopefully) reading these days. Then to a bookstore or the library: that always makes him feel better. And a stroll through town, to remind himself of all the sights he hasn't seen in twenty five years, if they are even still there.
[[Feel free to find him anywhere: at the cottage about to leave, in a coffee shop, in a bookstore/library, or wandering through town. Open to EVERYONE.]]