Okay, okay.  Who the Heck is writing all this?

I confess!

I was in a total fog when I started this on-line web page thingy.  Its not as tangible as the fabric artsy thingys that I sell at the Opened Heart in downtown Santa Rosa.  The fog spilled out over my desk, and I just started writing about it.  When the fog cleared, there was Geo, and Renny, and this other land in a valley with a river, and a big lodge made of cedar and redwood where Everybody lives.  When I opened my HTML book here at home, a little red-crested bird flew out.

Who am I?  I am  all of it.

 

4:36:04 PM    

 

Geo could not sleep.  What an evening this had been!  Two hours after he had left the living room of the lodge, he was back, staring into the glowing embers of the firelight.  He put on another log, and waited for its bark to blaze into flame.  He turned to watch the sleeping woman, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.  "Oh Renny!" he whispered, "You've forgotten completely!"   Tears streamed down his face as he watched her in the firelight.  "You've forgotten me.  You've forgotten us... and how very much I love you.  Can I find a way to make you remember?  If you don't, can I make you fall in love with me again?"  He brushed the tears from his cheek and pressed his damp fingers to her lips.  She stirred.  As she turned on her side, she murmured in her sleep, "Geo..." and a tiny snore followed.  A heavy weight in his heart was lifted.   You remember me!...somewhere inside, you do!  I'll give you all the time you need.  He hopped up and looked out the window, where it was still pouring rain.  The fog had disappeared instantly when he brought Renny inside the night before.  He looked at his hand, and the gold band that encircled his finger--their wedding ring.  He pulled it off of his finger--something he vowed he would never do--and disappeared back toward his room.

He opened the top drawer of his dresser, and put the ring in.  He paced his room for a while, deep in thought.  Then he suddenly sprang into action, moving quietly around the large portion of Osprey Lodge that was his home.  In the kitchen he quietly prepared the coffeemaker, and set out a bowl of fresh fruit and a loaf of raisin bread.  In the bathroom he piled soft, fluffy towels on the counter, a fresh bar of soap, a washcloth and a separate basin to deal with her muddy hair.  He went to his bedroom again, and fished out some of his clothes.  He opened the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a small bottle half-full of her cologne he had saved…no, no.  That was wrong… it would make her suspicious.  Oh how he wished he could greet her with such a lovely present.  Oh, what could he do to recapture her heart?

He quietly peeked out the side door into the early morning light.  He spied a conspicuously  large dandelion, with two yellow flowers on it.  He went out, picked it, and came back inside.  He went to his notepad and wrote.  Then he tore out the page and folded it in half.  He placed it and the dandelion on the coffee table in front of where Renny was sleeping.  Then he put on his jacket and left the house.

2:55:15 PM