Being More At the BMore

Get ready for some derby talk!

 

And getting and being there.  Before I left:

 

A couple of shots on the way down using my voice-controlled GoPro:

 

 

Arriving:

 

Geared up and ready:

 

This is Wonky Donkey, the woman who broke her ankle playing against us in 2017:

 

Laci and me.

 

This is our group photo.  I’m just to the left of the sign, in the black hockey helmet with a white jersey.

 

And at the end of the night I was there–through all three fucking hours.  And I survived!

 

Me and my Bee.  🙂

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In the Morning: At Annie’s Pleasure

Today has been a somewhat busy day.  Why is that? Well, I was out skating before 7 AM.  I was actually in front of my apartment building at 6:35 getting my skates on and by 8 AM I’d skated 4.8 miles/7.7 kilometers, at which point I got back into my street shoes, got coffee, and went home.

Most of the intervening time has dealt with uploading and editing film I took of my skating, which amounted to a lot of me taking my time getting somewhere. Originally I wanted to skate down 2nd Street and I think next week that’s exactly what I’ll do.

Oh, and here’s a picture of me at the north end of my little jaunt:

Have gigantic selfie stick, will travel.

 

So, now that Kerry’s learned about Victor and his Polar Express and how one gets coffee around the Kirilovi Household, it’s time Pavlina filled him in on how, um, things are handled in the morning…

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Pavlina stood by the island for a few moments, silently regarding Kerry. When she finally spoke, her tone seemed almost apologetic. “There’s something you need to know about what Annie does in the morning.”

Kerry finished filling the kettle but didn’t plug it in. “Okay.”

“Every morning Annie and I have tea. I take up some tea and a few snacks and we talk: sometimes for a half hour, sometimes for an hour. She doesn’t like it when someone else goes up first instead of me. In fact, she prefers to send for another visitor after we’re finished.”

Annie had mentioned her morning tea ritual a few times in the past, but hadn’t realized it was this formal. “So what you’re saying is, after you’re finished speaking with her—”

“She’ll likely have me ask you to come up.” She nodded towards the stove. “That’s why I put on a second kettle: so you’d have hot water for tea.”

Pavlina levitated the tray. “I imagined by the time you’ve finished your coffee she’ll want to see you.” She smiled at Kerry before heading up the stairs.

 

In the Kirilovi Household even Ginger Hair soul mates gotta wait their turn before seeing their Chestnut Girl.  Annie has a routine at home and woe be to the person who breaks that routine.  We saw Papa do it last year and Annie didn’t come off as happy at the time.

So how does Kerry feel about this?

 

Kerry plugged in the kettle and turned it on before putting the filter in the mouth of the Chemex and filling it with coffee. Though he tried not to act too surprised, he did find it just a little strange that he’d have to wait to see Annie until he was summoned. At the same time, he didn’t want to act like he had the run of the Kirilovi House and do something that would eventually run him afoul of the family, including Annie—

He figured the best thing to do was make his coffee and wait.

A little over thirty minutes later he’d just finished his coffee, had put his mug in the dishwasher, and was hand cleaning the Chemex when Pavlina came down the stairs with the kettle she’d taken up. “She’d like to see you now, Kerry.” She set her kettle on the island. “You don’t need to wear your robe up; we’re rather informal, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

That was all Kerry needed to hear. As soon as he turned the coffee maker upside down, he hurried back to his bedroom to remove his robe, then returned to the kitchen. He glanced at the kettle on the stove. “Just a simple time spell around that, right?”

She nodded. “Yes. You want me to remove the spell?”

“Naw. I got it.” He levitated the kettle and set it just above his upturned hand. “Thank you.” He moved around her and headed up the stairs.

Just as he suspected, Kerry was summoned. Boy, the wife-to-be doesn’t play at this morning tea business: you come up when she wants you and not before.  Doesn’t matter if you’re going to be the father of those little witches she’s carrying: you get to have tea with her when she’s ready and not a moment before then.

And now that Kerry’s going up to the sitting room, we can see how Annie deals with this sort of engagement…

In the Morning: Didn’t But Did

Just as I promised, here’s the excerpt from the novel I said was coming.  And it’s going to have things in here that have never been spoken of before now–

However, let’s have some coffee first.

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

He was surprised to be offered coffee, but then he was aware that Annie’s parents knew he was heading off on the Polar Express in a few weeks and coffee was one of the items the team were packing. “If you don’t mind, I’d like a little coffee.”

“There’s an electric kettle under the counter there—” She pointed at the corner behind her. “In the cabinet above it you’ll find everything you need to make it. There’s coffee in the refrigerator: we have both Sulawesi Toraja Kalossi and Ethiopian Sidamo: Victor grounded both by hand.”

Kerry had no idea which of the two were the best, so he grabbed the first container he found. He retrieved the electric kettle before opening the cabinet. He smiled by what he saw. “You have a Chemex?”

Pavlina nodded at both kettles began whistling. She shut off the five under both and waved a spell around both. “A habit left over from when Victor flew the Polar Express. I’m sure you’ll probably keep yours.”

 

The Chemex isn’t designed for anything but making coffee.  You put in your filter and your grounds–and the Chemex uses special filters which gets rid of a lot of the oils that lead to a bad aftertaste–then you boil your water in a kettle and pour the  water over.  And that’s it.  Simple, hum?

I’ve had mine for about two and a half years and I love it.

Back in the day when it was nice and new.

 

So this is what Kerry is taking with him into the wilds of Canada when there’s a need for coffee–well really, a need to caffeinate the kids so they don’t fall asleep while flying–and Victor still has his.  Only one thing about Victor and the Polar Express–

 

Kerry levitated both the maker and filters to the counter. “I thought Annie told me he didn’t fly the Polar Express? That he didn’t go because you asked him to stay?”

“That’s true: he didn’t go—the first time.” Pavlina carefully levitated one of the kettles to the tray. “During their dress rehearsal flight, Victor and his wingmate flew into some incredibly nasty weather and decided to land and let it blow over. His wingmate misjudged the approached and crashing, breaking his right arm and giving himself a nasty concussion. Victor used one of their panic buttons to get back to the school.

“Now, even though his wingmate was cleared for the Express, they were both unsure about his flying. Victor was then offered the opportunity to fly with someone else—an upper Level student who’d already flown the Express—and it was then I asked him not to fly unless he was one hundred percent certain that he wouldn’t have problems. So he didn’t fly.

“The next year, however, his wingmate and he were given the chance to fly: it’s something the school does when they have students who were unable to fly the Express during their C Levels. So he’s not credited with flying the Polar Express during Advanced Flight Two, but he is credited as having flown the Express as a ‘make up’ in his D Level.”

Palivna raised her right eyebrow, something Kerry had seen Annie do many times. “Understand?”

He nodded. “Absolutely.”

 

Though Victor didn’t do the Polar Express the first time around, he did manage it as a D Level–it’s just that it doesn’t get quite the recognition as when you do it as a C Levels.  This is also the first time we hear about the “dress rehearsal flight”, which is something that happened the weekend before the Express and which happens the weekend after the kids return to school–

Something Kerry will do as well.

Now that all the history is out of the way, it’s time for Pavlina to lay down a few ground rules…

The Post Of the Forth

Well, I hope you all had a good Second Civil War Day!

First off, I didn’t have a good day yesterday.  In fact, it was one of those “My Brain Wants Me Dead” sort of days and I spent most of it in bed crying–when I wasn’t sitting around crying, that is.  I cried so much yesterday by 9 last night my eyes hurt.

Today, however, I’m better.  Much better.  And I started out the day right by doing something I’d promised to do:  be in an Independence Day parade with my teammates.  Not only that, but I said I would skate.  That’s right: skate on the street and hand out fliers.

 

That was the “before” shot.  It was hot out today and it got hotter as we skated.  Even though it was a mile, we had to go up one small hill and then come down a bigger one–and I did this with my other teammates without going on my butt.  Yay!

Since there is a “before”, that must mean there are “afters”.  Yup.  Here they are.

Yeah, it was hot.

 

But we could still pose for a picture.

 

And a few hours ago the skies opened up and it began raining.  Which means I needed another picture:

Rains in Harrisburg

I Bless the Rains Down in Harrisburg.

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‘m loads of laughs.

Also, the piece I was interviewed for by The Central Voice, an online LGBT publication, finally saw the light of day, and you can read that right here.

Now, one thing I alluded to in my video the other day… since I’m on a derby kick today I may as well tell everyone I’m going to attend another clinic, this time on the evening of the 13th of this month, which is a Friday if you didn’t already know. It’s one being given by Laci Knight, a player who gave a clinic back in February and of which I was an observer.

So what’s the big deal about this one?  I’m not going to just watch–I’m gonna skate! Yes, I decided to up my derby game and this time, with the approval of coaching, I will strap on my skates and be my own hero.  And at some–probably an hour into the clinic–I’ll also probably go, “What the hell have I gotten myself into?”  But those be the breaks.  Beside, if you’re gonna skate with the big girls, you may as well take a lot of hits from them as well.

That’s all I have. Enjoy the rest of the day and if you can, get your drinking in before the aliens arrive, because–

The Return Dinner: Relaxing With a Mermaid

Man, this weekend has been a busy one.  If you followed my Saturday video you’ll know I recorded it early in the morning because I was going out to brunch with one of my teammates, Summer, and by the time the day was over we’d have crepes, we’d walked through the Masonic Gardens, had cooling drinks, and watched a couple of episodes of Sailor Moon Crystal.  For sure a busy day.

And nary a hip check to anyone from either of us.

 

Then yesterday… well, yesterday I was once more up at six and heading down to Lancaster to be there by eight because I was attending a derby clinic given by world champion jammer Satan’s Little Helper.

 

Yes, you read that right: I was hangin’ with Satan from 8:30 to 12:30. She’s a jammer with Angel City Derby Girls, the L.A. derby league, though after having won a gold at the World Cup in February, she’s sort of taking some time off and going around coaching.  While I didn’t skate, I observed from the sidelines and learned a hell of a lot while a couple of my teammates got their hands dirty.  Oh, and got a selfie with Satan herself.

 

By the time I was home from that, taking time out for lunch, and picking up a few groceries for the week, it was about four in the afternoon and I wasn’t in the mood to do anything but veg.  Which was why I didn’t get a post out yesterday.

But today!  Hah!  It’s all a different game now.  And we finish up the excerpt I began on Friday–which is finishing up Annie’s and Kerry’s time in Copenhagen.  And reviles their final destination–

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

The area ahead of them was well lit, far better than it was on the path they’d just walked. Kerry saw the reason: just off-shore sat the statue of The Little Mermaid, perched upon a rock under the spotlights. There were quite a few people around the statue taking photos and a few of them were standing just under the bolder upon which the sculpture sat.

Kerry’s smile was wide and bright. “It’s Ariel. I knew the statue was in Copenhagen, but I wasn’t sure where.”

“Now you know.” Annie stopped them almost in front of the stairs leading down from the path to the stones below. “I’ve been here many times. This is the first time I’ve come with someone other than my parents.”

 

Yes, they are at the location of the statue of The Little Mermaid, which is one of the most well known statues in the world, and one of the most defiled as well, as it’s possible to go right out to the rock she’s sitting up and… do things to her.  Like paint her, put jerseys on her, and saw off her head.  Yep, all those things have happened: the head was actually sawed off twice and the original head–the one removed the first time–was never recovered.

Why would you decapitate something so cute?

 

In case you ever wondered–or not–this statue has been officially copies and can be found all over the world.  So in case you can’t make it to the original sitting on her rock on the side of the sea, you can find her at all these locations:

 

Copenhagen: The Langelinie, Carlsberg Breweries, and Tivoli Gardens. (Yes, there are three versions of the statue around the city.)
Moldavia, Romania: Piata Libertatii (Liberty Square).
Madrid: Parque Europa
California: Forest Lawn Cemetery in Glendale and Denmarket Square in Solvang.
Connecticut: atop Victor Borge’s grave in Greenwich.
Utah: The International Peace Gardens, Salt Lake City.
Iowa: Mermaid Square, Kimballton.
Michigan: on the banks of the Flat River in Greenville.  (Note: this is not an exact replica and some don’t consider it official.)
St. Thomas, Virgin Islands: in the town of Charlotte Amalie.
Brasilia: the Department of the Navy headquarters.
China: The Window of the Word theme park, Shenzhen.
Japan: corner of the Scandia Restaurant, Yokohama
Seoul: Yeouido Hangang Park.

 

That’s a lot of places to see this girl.

While I never saw The Little Mermaid when I worked in the Shenzhen SEZ, I did see this one: the statue of Nuwa, one of the main Chinese goddess.  She created mankind and fixed a rift in Heaven, so she’s a big deal.  She’s also one of the largest mermaid statues in the world, if not the largest: about forty foot tall and twenty-two feet wide.

They like their mermaids big in Asia.

 

This statue wasn’t far from the hotel where I’d stay in Shekou and I could see it out of my window.

Now that you’ve gotten all the Little Mermaid information you never asked for, what does Kerry think of this statue?

 

“I’m honored.” He glanced at Annie. “Are we gonna go down and get pictures?”

“Let’s wait for some of the people to clear out.” She noticed how excited Kerry seemed. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Oh, yeah. I like mermaids.”

You like mermaids?” She eyed him suspiciously. “I didn’t know that.”

“Oh, there’s a lot about me you don’t know.” He smirked. “Not really, but liking mermaids was one of those things that didn’t pop up until—”

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

 

Kerry not only loves the statue of Ariel, but he loves mermaids.  Wow, it’s almost like he got that from someone…

Of course, something comes to mind and Annie brings it up:

 

“That’s understandable.” Annie slowly raised one eyebrow. “You know, with transformation magic—”

“I already know.” Kerry turned to Annie, chuckling. “Realized that a couple of years ago.”

Annie watched Kerry out of the corner of her eyes. “And now that you can—”

He interrupted, speaking out of the corner of his mouth. “Ixnay ethay irlgay uffstay.”

Even though she didn’t know pig latin, Annie understood enough. “Still a touchy subject, I see.”

“I went in your room and finished your packing. That’s enough for now.” Kerry turned to face her. “I’m a ways away from becoming the Ginger Girl of the Sea.”

“Fair enough.” Annie pulled him close for a kiss. “By the way, your other night clothes are in your bag, aren’t they?”

He nodded. “Didn’t have time to head back to my room to drop them off.” He shrugged. “No big deal.”

Annie looked over his shoulder. “Crowd is thinning out, my love. Would you like to get a picture with Ariel?”

He turned to look at the statue. “You know, I can’t be this.”

“What?”

Kerry turned back to Annie. “I’ve been with your family for about eight hours and already I’m jaunting to different parts of Europe for dinner like it’s no big deal.”

“It isn’t.” She pulled him close. “You once told me I had a far different life than yours, that I went to places you only dreamed of visiting. Understand this, my love: one day we will visit all those places you dreamed of visiting and we’ll do it together. That will be our life.” She kissed him deeply before turning him towards the stairs. “Let’s hurry get a picture: we don’t want Ariel to get cold waiting for us, do we?”

 

What Kerry says in Pig Latin is “Nix the girl stuff.”  What he really means is “Don’t remember me I can become Ariel’s twin sister,” because, yeah, bruh, you can totally do that.  Maybe not this year, but give it time and you know you’ll have it down.

Now that the evening in Copenhagen is over, it’s time to move on to the next day–and is Kerry in for a bit of an awakening…