The morning ring.
Work, and yelling at people to row. There is a point when Soulmates becomes a ship under storm, and I'm the angry Captain, when chaos enters at the drop of a pressure seal on the steamer, glass fractures and pressure lost. No steamer. Like the foul language that can only be acquired on a sailboat thrown to the whims of Mother Sea during a squall, so does the rush of creation bring out the mouth of the angry captain during the Christmas rush and a broken steamer. In the beginning Courtney and I ran the shops with an ultrasonic that barely worked and some tooth brushes Dave gave me. Fuck it. The piece is still beautiful. Clean with the brush and tell them to come back. Proof that quality shines even when the surface is dirty.
Argh ye fowl deckmates!
Row Cate!
Row Peter, Row! get those little parts and put them together. Wanna spend some time with the Family? No! Row! Man the mill, man the desk of creation, and remind people of what we do by walking the decks of the sales floor. Row! Call security, tell them it's going to be a few more hours, then 2am wash face, hands and sleep, back to the helm by 9 to make the pieces.
Fed-Ex is the only reason some jobs did not get done. (UPS and the mail man both got presents.)
We sailed under the wind of people telling us unemployment sucks, cops and their wives (and fiances), new love and new to Soulmates as well as some great return customers, God bless them for supporting art made in the name of love. We made the journey as a team that worked together like the Red runners in is soccer a drug. and at 6p.m. on the 24th we finished ahead and alive, my crew especially Courtney backed me.
Still yet when peace on Earth settles her blanket and I'm in my driveway safe at home, with a winters nap on my door I'm evermore the angry Captain. So that ghost did make me fall onto the ice. Cold and mad I'm going to light a fire to burn Santa, I go out to fetch wood my hands are freezing and I can't move them too well on account of work. Bahhhhh! Wood is covered in ice, and sleet, grab it bang it get to the porch swearing not to got back into the cold, dip hands into the snow to find the kindling on the porch and at a quick glance of my hands my wedding ring is gone. Aw Fu.k, my old school love, the weight and texture, the fact it's not finished, and mostly it held the total memories of my relationship with my Soulmate. The number of times I've seen it in good and bad. Gone. Suddenly at the mercy of the morning light. I know it's on my property, but I've heard a lot of ring lost stories, and now I'm a statistic of Soulmates ring replacement club.. Yo! Santa here is the deal, I'm not going to light a fire, in addition I've really been doing neat jobs for people in love, all I want is to my ring. I'm through with denial, anger, and now I'm bargaining. Courtney is still outside in the snow searching.
The sun had not brightened Christmas morning . I am chugging coffee thinking of the Blues Clues song "Go back" and watching Pierson rip into his gifts. Waiting for the sun.
After Pierson was finished with his unwrapping he started taking pictures with his new camera. I walk outside all I wanted was to come back to give my son a good shot with me happy for Christmas...
Santa
put my ring where I could find it, right where the ghost made me fall. Thank you
Santa. Sorry about the language.