Making the Day of It

Short and sweet today, as I worked from seven to five last night, went back over for a few hours of Get Out The Vote training–and helped get things organized around the office–then headed over for the debate party where I had some excellent food and company.

And wine.  Don't forget the wine.

And wine. Don’t forget the wine.

The location was Crawdaddy’s, a new place in The Burg and a really good one.  I had a Shrimp Po’ Boy sandwich and it was hot and fresh, so I know I’ll be back.  Well, I won a $50 gift card, too, so I have to go back.

The debate starts and I have a good seat.

The Orange Dumpster verses the one I'm voting for.

The Orange Dumpster verses the one I’m voting for.

But it doesn’t take long for me to find myself losing patience with The Lying Pumpkin.

Bitch Face Mode:  ACTIVE.

Bitch Face Mode: ACTIVE.

By the end I discover that (1) Little Haiti in Florida is just like Haiti without the travel, (2) I’m not a puppet, you’re the puppet, (3) if I win it’s ’cause I’m awesome, but if I lose it’s ’cause shit is rigged, and (4) I’m a nasty woman.  So nasty.  The nastiest.  Bigly.

But I got home okay and didn’t get to bed until well after midnight and like it or not a fun time was had by all.

To be followed by our Get Out The Vote program, but that's another story.

To be followed by our Get Out The Vote program–do I look ready?

By tonight I should be able to get Kerry together with his Chestnut Girl.  I mean, it’s not like I’m working on an election tonight–


A Special Wednesday: Cheeky Little Witches

Well, now:  this is interesting times.  Not only am I doing two nights of phone banking at the PDP/HRC headquarters starting next week and through to the election, but I found out they wanted me to come in the weekend before the election to work the Get Out the Vote program because I’m one of the “more experienced callers” and I’m needed.

I had a good dinner to sort of celebrate for being recognized for something.  And, for the first time, I had a mojito:

Unlike Annie's, mine is real.

Unlike Annie’s mine is real.

It was so tasty I had two.

Speaking of Annie she’s finally gained entrance to Kerry’s bedroom, so for the first time he has a young lady caller enter his private sanctum.  And how does Annie like the place?


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


“No, I’ve seen a room that was reconstructed from your dreams. I want to see—” She wrapped he knuckles against the door. “I want to see the real room.”

“Well then—” Kerry stepped up and pushed open the door. “You may go in.”

Annie secured her purse upon he shoulder gave her soul mate a wide smile. “Thank you.” She sauntered inside with Kerry close behind. He closed the door and stood in silence as she looked about the space. She stopped before the nook where he kept his computer and did his writing, then crossed the room and examined his wardrobe. Finally she went over and stood at the foot of his bed for a moment before sitting down. She slipped her purse from her shoulder and handed it to Kerry before testing the firmness of the mattress. “Humm: comfortable.”

“It is.” He set Annie’s purse in his computer nook. “I usually sleep pretty good.”

“Given the intensity of your dreams I can only imagine.” She lay back and spread her arms to the side as she closed her eyes. After nearly ten seconds she let out a long sigh. “This is as nice as my bed.”

Kerry was actually pleased to hear that his three year old queen-size mattress was as nice as that oversize king-size canopy bed he’d seen in her dreamspace. “Thank you. I’m glad you approve.”

“I do.” Annie sat up and crossed her legs. “This would be a good bed upon which to conceive children.”

“Um—” He looked down, avoiding her gaze. “I wouldn’t know about—”

She snickered. “My love, you’re blushing.”

“Well, yeah.” He looked up sighing. “You’re talking about making babies on my bed.” Kerry shook his head. “I’m not going to get that out of my head now.”

“I wouldn’t want you to forget that.” Annie’s right leg began swinging back and forth. “Who knows? Maybe one day we can do the same on my bed at home.”

He rolled his eyes. “Right now I’d rather not talk about conceiving children—”

“Why not?” Her gaze shifted to the middle of his body for a few seconds. “It appears you’re almost ready.”

Hey.” Kerry half-turned away as he felt the rush of heat to his cheeks. “You’re not supposed to notice that.”


Annie!  You bad girl.  The other girls at Salem are likely joking about someone’s taste in clothing or music, but Annie’s joking about making babies and her boyfriend’s, um, natural reactions.  And she certainly ain’t shy about it, either.  Yeah, married life is gonna be fun for these two:

"I have my heart in my hands and babies in my belly. Let's get to work!"

“I have my heart in my hands and babies in my belly. We have work to do, my love!”

Umm…  something like that.  Maybe.

This is the first time that we’ve actually seen that maybe these kids aren’t total rocks when it comes to the ravages of puberty.  They both know how babies get made and just talking about it was enough to get Kerry into a–well, let’s say a delicate state that Annie was able to notice and smile about.  Yeah, spend a year and a half alone together and you grow up fast.  Not to mention they have something else going for them…


Annie said nothing while her soul mate regained his composure. She continued as soon as he was facing her again. “There’s no need for embarrassment, my love. With our relationship is there no mystery: it’s not as if we haven’t seen each other naked.”

“That doesn’t mean the words and images don’t have any affect on me.”

Annie smiled as she leaned forward. “Maybe I like seeing that effect.”

Kerry didn’t hold back his laugh. “You cheeky little witch.”

She turned a disapproving stare on him. “I’m not a witch, I’m your wife. But after what you just said, I’m not even sure I want to be that any more.”

He shook his head. “Too bad: you’re stuck with me.”

“Yes, I am.” She brushed back her hair as she beamed. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way, my love.” Annie glanced towards the close door. “May I ask something?”

Kerry sat to the right of his soul mate. “Sure.”

“When we climbed the stairs you avoided looking in the mirror on the landing. Why?”

He stared at the floor. “I don’t want to be reminded that one of these days I’m gonna see someone else in that mirror.”


And right there I get my “Princess Bride” quote out of the way, which I said will appear in every novel.  And we’re reminded that once you’ve seen your partner naked, even if it came in a vision, you never forget that moment.

But now we’re discovering Kerry is more than a little bothered about the next big event that’s going to occur in his life.  Since the trailer makes it clear this won’t happen at home he doesn’t have to worry about the shitstorm that would come with the Malibey Home being invaded in the middle of the night by a bunch of people from The Foundation, but he doesn’t know that.

And we’ll hear some of those concerns soon…

A Special Wednesday: Downstairs, Upstairs

I will be the first to admit:  the event on Tuesday was still screwing me up last night.  I was tried when I got off work and perked up a little as I worked the phone bank because I was picking up energy from everyone else, but as soon as I got home those ol’ Sleepy Eyed Blues started doing their number on me and I spend most of the evening fighting to stay awake.

On top of all this, I was asked late night if I would start working on Tuesday nights as well at the phone bank, and the head organizer asked me to call her today because there’s something “big” she wants to speak with me about.

Politics:  all this because I don’t want the fascist to get elected.  I gotta remind myself it’s just one more month, just one more month–

"Get involved in getting someone elected, she said. It'll be fun, she said."

“Get involved in getting someone elected, she said. It’ll be fun, she said.”

I shouldn’t complain because there are people at the HQ who are busting a lot more ass than me on this thing and props are due–

Anyway…  because I was sleepy and fighting to keep from going to bed at nine which would have me up at three again, that meant trying to keep my head straight while attempting to tap out things on the keyboard.  I didn’t get much written, but Annie finally got to see the other half of the house–


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


He tilted his head towards hers. “It’s a good thing you’re the first.” Annie drew them towards the doorway leading to the entryway. “I know there’s a first floor—” She took a step back. “Can I see?”

“Sure you can.” Kerry opened to the door leading to the entryway and held it for Annie. “This way, Darling.”

Annie followed Kerry up the stairs to the first floor landing she now knew so well from his dreams. She paused for just a moment as she examined her reflection, then turned left and climbed the few steps to where Kerry waited. She looked to her left and right. “Looks different from here.”

Kerry grimaced before quickly moving on. With the stairs behind him he pointed to his right. “Right there’s the bathroom.” He indicated the closed door slightly to his left. “That’s my parent’s bedroom. Down there—” He indicated the open door down the hall where Annie remembered standing with Deanna as they watched Kerry’s female side make her argument to become one with him. “That’s the guest room, but my mom uses it as her office so she can do bills and stuff. That’s where she keeps her laptop.”

“I didn’t know she had a computer.” Annie was more than a bit surprised that Kerry had never mentioned this: she’d always believed that his parent sent emails from their work computers or from a mobile phone.

He nodded. “Yeah, she picked it up a couple of years ago.”

“Is there a guest bed in there for whenever you do have guests?”

“There’s an inflatable bed, sheets, pillows, and a comforter in the wardrobe.” Kerry chuckled. “I set it up once when I didn’t have anything else to do. You can have everything in place in about fifteen minutes.”

“I see.” Annie stepped around Kerry and stood before the closed door directly in front of them. “And in here?”

“That’s—” Kerry cleared his throat. “That’s my bedroom.”

Annie lay one hand against the door. “May I see it?”

He gave a slow shrug. “You’ve already seen it.”

“No, I’ve seen a room that was reconstructed from your dreams. I want to see—” She wrapped he knuckles against the door. “I want to see the real room.”

“Well then—” Kerry stepped up and pushed open the door. “You may go in.”

Annie secured her purse upon he shoulder gave her soul mate a wide smile. “Thank you.” She sauntered inside with Kerry close behind.


And the last room to see on this tour is Kerry’s bedroom.  Sure, she’s seen a dream version of this, but this is the real deal.  Some people would say this is a dangerous thing, but we know my kids won’t fool around–


The Real and the Fake of It

I am tired and I am sore.  I worked from seven to eleven-thirty, then I was on my feet for five hours straight escorting people around a hall and doing whatever else was necessary to do my volunteer work at the Hillary Clinton rally.  And since I’m sore, this means I was pretty much up at three this morning and I’m expecting today to sort of be a blur of “What am I doing?” moments.

Oh, and I work the phone bank tonight as well.

So what’s to say?  Well, we had to wait outside for a while as the Secret Service went around inside the Zembo Shrine Center, which is our local Masonic Temple.  But, I got my credentials:


Ignore the broken thumbnail:  I try to do that.

So we had our stage:


And we had our media, which actual took up as much floor space as the stage.


There’s actually another part of this to the left–


There you are.  Those two scissor lifts are where all the lights are, so it was nice and bright in there the whole time.  At least it wasn’t summer, or it would have been brutal inside this building.

Oh, and I got a couple of pictures snapped before the fun started.  One looking normal:


And one like I’m ready for anything:


So what did I do?  I helped people coming in thought the handicap and VIP entrance find where they were supposed to go.  And find chairs.  And run upstairs to help arrange seating.  And find an ASL interpreter.  I got a lot of kudos from a couple of organizers for stepping in and doing things I hadn’t been asked to do sometimes and it was good to hear that because I do like taking charge whenever the opportunity arises.

Oh, and I shot a bit of video:

Needless to say I was in a good spot when the guest of honor came out:

The cell phone doesn’t really pick up the intensity of the crowd; it felt a lot rowdier where I was, like the sound was a physical thing.  I did manage to get a close-up shot during Hillary’s speech, which is why it’s a bit blurry:


And then I got photobombed al a Pat Caddigan.  :)


This time I didn’t get a chance to do a photo or meet with Hillary:  they were running late for their next stop and there was a quick go around and she was gone, daddy, gone.  But I did have Sen. Bob Casey and Gov. Tom Wolf standing right next to me the whole time during Hillary’s speech (where one of the things she said was something I’ve said more than a few times:  how do you lose a billion dollars on a casino?), and I managed to get a picture with the governor and let him know that like our Physician General, I was trans and that I’d transitioned on the job while working for the state.  He was pleased to hear that and had actually asked if I’d encountered any issues while transitioning on the job, and I let him know that everything was fantastic.


I didn’t take this picture which is why it’s a bit fuzzy.

After this I went to dinner with someone from the rally and we talked over food and a couple of glasses of wine–and by the time I got home I was really too tied to do anything–

Except write three hundred or so words:


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


“She’ll make a great wife one day.” Kerry rinsed his hands and dried them before turning back to Annie. “Okay, ready for the tour?”

“Of course.” She stood and rested her left forearm on her bag. “Lead on.”

Kerry headed into the back of the house and waited for Annie to join him. “This is the family room, where we do all the family stuff.” He pointed towards a set of sliding doors. “That’s the sun room. Mon and dad like to eat breakfast there when it’s sunny because it’s warm and we don’t get direct sunlight there early on.”

He took a few steps to the far end of the long room. “Back over here—” He pointed into the large open space where his computer sat. “The dining room.” He walked through the room to the front of the house. “And this is the sitting room we’re we sometimes sit when we get guests.”
Annie looked about the room with a practiced eye. “Do your parents entertain much?”

“No, not really.”

She gave a curt nod and looked at Kerry. “And what about you? Have you had many friends here?”

Kerry looked down to prevent the blush from showing too much. “You’re the first person I’ve had in here. I mean, Erywin came in the house when she got me last year and I’ve invited her in this summer, but—”

Annie gently lay a hand on Kerry’s arm. “I understand, my love.” She smiled as she wrapped he arm around his. “I’m honored to be the first person your age you’ve invited inside.”

He tilted his head towards hers. “It’s a good thing you’re the first.” Annie drew them towards the doorway leading to the entryway. “I know there’s a first floor—” She took a step back. “Can I see?”

“Sure you can.” Kerry opened to the door leading to the entryway and held it for Annie. “This way, Darling.”


At that point I was running on empty and went off to bed because it hurt to move around.  So…  back to the normal grind tonight?

That all depends on whether or not I crazy and burn after the phone bank.

Making Your Life a Line

Last night was my first night on the phone banks and it wasn’t bad.  I had something like 120 numbers to call in two and a half hours, and most of them were either no answer or straight to voice mail, which is the new “I don’t want to pick up” of the Twenty-first Century.    I didn’t get any video of me talking, but I did get this:

No one yelled at me, no one cursed, but one guy on the banks kept getting people who say they were voting for Trump and he was having fun with them.  But a fun time was had by all and I’ll be back to do it again next Wednesday.

For now, it’s time to get back to Bristol, England, about three years ago–

Kerry and Berniece Rutherford are together and it’s time they get back to talking.  It’s chilly and damp where they are, but that’s not going to stop them from having a conversation.  Though his case worker notices it’s a bit one sided–


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


While this short conversation occurred Berniece watched Kerry’s movements and body language, listened to his words and the tone of his voice. Though not quite the expert in interpretation as some in her office, it wasn’t necessary. All his answers are short and to the point, all his comments clipped. He hasn’t relaxed once since I arrived and he’s tense as hell. He is nothing like the boy I dropped off a month ago.

She knew the exact question to ask to put her in a position to assess the reason for being here. “How you doing, Kerry?”

He gave a one-shoulder shrug and answered without looking at her. “I’m okay.”

Berniece didn’t look at him as she replied. “Are you really okay, or are you just saying that to shut me up?”

Kerry half turned to his right with a slightly embarrassed look. “I do say that a lot, don’t I?”

“You have an annoying tendency to use that as your go-to answer for everything.” Berniece turned so she was facing the boy. “It makes it difficult for me to know if you’re having real issues because you’re replying to my inquiries with bullshit responses.”


Finally!  Someone calls out Kerry on his bullshit.  Kerry does like to hide things from others and that doesn’t make him bad, it just means he’s a teenage boy still having trouble getting in touch with his feelings.  Given that Berniece has never shown any frustration when dealing with Kerry, this is a first for her.  Though she’s not the first to feel this way…

The look everyone makes when Kerry says "I'm okay".

The look everyone makes when Kerry says “I’m okay”.

It’s a good thing Kerry knows when he’s being called out and he’s willing not to get pissy and clam up–


He nodded a couple of times as a real look of regret appeared upon his face. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, Kerry. But you have to understand—” She moved closer and leaned in, lowering her voice into a comforting tone. “I can only help if you let me help. And I want to help. It’s not just my job, you know.” She lay her left hand upon his shoulder. “It hurts me to see you troubled.”

Kerry looked down and away for a few moments so he didn’t have to look directly at his case worker. Even when he spoke he had difficultly meeting her gaze. “You trying to tell me you’re my friend?”

“I’m someone who understands.” Berniece dropped her hand to her side. “That’s one of the reasons I’m a case worker.”

Kerry finally stopped glancing about and looked directly at the young woman. “Okay. I won’t do that again.”

“Good.” She gave him a half-grin. “So… how are you feeling?”

He sighed loudly. “It’s not good: I’m not good.”

“What’s the problem.”

“Oh, not much.” He stared out towards the gorge again. “It’s just that my life has pretty much become a Doctor Who tag line.”

Berniece decided to let him work his way towards the point he was trying to make, because she knew that was how Kerry often acted. “What do you mean?”

He glanced up towards the sky for a moment before looking directly at her. “Silence has fallen.”

She didn’t need elaboration. “Come on.” She waved her hand beckoning Kerry onward. “Let’s walk up the path a bit.” Kerry fell in alongside and they they followed the path towards the tree line to the north. “What are your parents doing?”

“That’s just it: they’re doing nothing.” He snorted. “They’ve been getting a lot colder towards me: at least it feels that way.”

Berniece kept her pace slow. “Tell me everything.”

Kerry rotated his shoulders, resetting his pack, then started talking. “Last Wednesday Annie and I met up for lunch. Erywin picked me up and jaunted us off to Russel Square to meet Annie, and she and I had lunch at our usual spot there.”

“Prêt à Manger.”

Kerry shot Berniece a quizzical look out of the corner of his eye. “Do you have that in a report?”

She smiled. “Yes. Please continue.”


Finally:  he’s admitting that things are home aren’t the best and it’s getting to him.  He’s also a bit surprised to hear Berniece tell him that she knows where Annie and he go for lunch during the summer because it’s a report, but Annie has probably figured this out already–since she knows about all the reporting–and it’s only a matter time before Kerry wonders what else is in those reports.

In the mean time you’re probably going to wonder what comes next.  And, in time, you’ll find out–

Beginnings at Bristol

Before we get into all the writing stuff there is all the personal political things I have to do, because this will be me for like the next eighty days.  I was at the opening of our DNC headquarters in Harrisburg last night, and it was hot and crowded and pretty exciting.  I was fashionably early, sort of:  this picture of the entrance was taken about thirty minutes after I arrived–

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And it was all hot and crowded and still in the process of being set up when started doing the speech thing:

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And as I tend to do I found someone to speak with most of the evening, and her name was Amber and she’ll usually do the voter registration while I’m here doing phones.

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Speaking of phones I do that tonight, and I hope I don’t freak out or go into a crying jag at some point and need a good hug.  We’ll see.

And since I’ll be there from six to eight tonight, I still have time to put in some writing, just as I did last night.  And that brings us to the start of Chapter Two.

Originally this was going to be a much different scene.  At first this was all about Ms. Rutherford going back down to see Annie and telling her the latest news about Kerry, after which there would be much commiserating.  Then I thought, “Why have this be about Annie hearing news?  Why not show what happened?”

And that’s why this scene is the way it is now, with the focus turned from Annie hearing to Kerry telling.  Not only that, but it allows me to open up and show a few different locations around the world, which is what this chapter actually does:  each scene actually takes place in a different location around the world, though one will throw you a little at first.

But that’s for later; why not get to the first scene now?


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


Berniece Rutherford popped into existence behind some bushes and spent the next ten seconds making certain no one was close by before dropping her invisibility spell and stepping on to the paved path. She spent a moment admiring the view before turning to her right and walking along the path.

Normally at this time the park around the Clifton Observatory would be crowded with people, but the overcast sky threatening rain and the chilly 14 C temperatures meant only those brave individuals who didn’t mind a brisk day would be here today. She wasn’t worried that the person she was meeting wouldn’t be here since her reports indicated he’d flown in weather far worst than this—

She’d walked almost forty meters when she spotted Kerry standing fifty, maybe sixty meters further up the path. Berniece noticed a moment of hesitation as he tried to decide if she was whom he was waiting for, and she waved to let him know she recognized him. Once she was closer she saw Kerry was in his flight jacket—with the call sign patch prominent—and wore his black jeans over his flight boots. It made complete sense given their location and how he arrived.

She called out to him when she was ten meters away. “I should have warned you that I was coming like this.”

Kerry waited until she was almost next to him before answering. “I should have figured you’d come looking like yourself and not the older version.”

“No need to do that anymore now that you know my real appearance.” She looked him over and realized he was wearing his backpack. “Have a nice flight?”

“Wasn’t bad.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets which led Berniece to believe he’d places his gloves, helmet, and goggles in Hammerspace with his broom. “There wasn’t much in the way of rain.”

“You been here long?”

“About ten minutes.”

“I see.” She turned to her left and looked out over the Riven Avon Gorge and towards the Clifton Suspension Bridge two hundred meters away. “You know this is the first time I’ve been here?”

“Same with me. I’ve always wanted to see the bridge: never thought to come out here, though.” He walked around behind Berniece and turned to face the gorge, keeping her on his right as he did almost ever woman he knew. “The few times I’ve flown into England I always cross the Severn right about where the second bridge is located. This was the first time I’ve flown directly over the Bristol Channel.”

“How long did it take you to get here?”

“Not long. It’s only forty klicks from my house to here, so even puttering along at one-twenty I was only in the air for twenty minutes.”


First lets talk the location.  We’re at the Clifton Observatory, which is a park in Clifton, England, next to Bristol.  The Observatory is really more of a location for artist to come and paint and sketch, and generally enjoy the grounds, while the building itself houses a camera obscura that offers views of the surrounding territory via a mirror on top of the structure.

The biggest sight to see in this area is the Clifton Suspension Bridge, which was completed in 1864 and spans the River Avon gorge.  The bridge is used in a lot of promotional pictures, and it was from here that the first modern bungee jump took place in 1979, preformed by David Kirke and Simon Keeling of the Oxford University Dangerous Sports Club.  When you’re at the observatory it’s hard not to miss the bridge because they are close to each other:

Like really close.

Like really close.

Which means this is the view Berniece has when she pops on to the Observatory grounds on her way to meet with Kerry:

I even found a picture where it's cold and gray, too,

I even found a picture where it’s cold and gray, too,

As for Kerry’s claim that he flew forty kilometers to get to their meeting?  He’s fibbing a little:  it’s only thirty-six kilometers.

But what's a few kilometers  between friends.

But what’s a few kilometers between friends.

This scene takes place on 3 July, a week after Annie and Kerry meet in London for lunch–and I’m certain Kerry has a lot of stuff to tell his case worker–