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Distracted

It doesn’t matter if it’s in Newcrest or Oasis Springs, my first love remains my work, and I have more space than ever to practice.

More occasions to be distracted by Lola, too. I realize all of this is also a big adjustment for her.

Back Home

At some point, I do start needing some more material for my book. Or maybe I’m just using that as an excuse to go back to my favorite place. The Museum woes seem so far away when I stand back there, in the middle of the jungle, in front of this bungalow I now know so well. And not just because Windenburg’s literally on another continent.

Can you believe how much time has passed since Mom and I first walked through this front door?

I took Loladorada with me. I feel like she misses it here. She was born here after all and she probably feels like this is where she belongs. And I can relate after all.

I’ve barely put my luggage down that I’m already digging around. I know that so close from civilisation there’s a real risk I’ll mostly unearth fakes and low value ancient pieces of pottery. But that’s actually the goal: I have a chapter in my book I want to write about this.

Also it’s a beautiful night to dig. The hot, humid air and the very act of chipping secret aways breathes life into me.

Somehow, Loladorada must find the repetitive smacks of hammer against tools comforting, because she fell asleep right at my feet, and this is my little slice of heaven.

Thinking maybe one of my 2019 resolutions should be finally sharing my art on Tumblr x) Drawing for/with the community was kind of a big part of my 2018 on Twitter, yet for some reason I wanted to keep a divide between the art and the Stewarts legacy?

Thinking on a way to merge the two, in the meantime, here’s the avatar I drew in May when I joined Twitter!

Also while I’m at it, sorry for not posting in forever, the end of 2018 was really weird. Trying to get back in that beautiful August 2018 mindset. And also sorry for the post spam, I really wanted to get past New Year’s while it was still relevant.

A moment to remember

Over the next half hour, wrapping paper flies all around the room, along with laughter and cries of excitement. Nounou is thoroughly unimpressed, because apparently the fireplace, his own true love, is much more interesting than us, and he didn’t get anything anyway. Loladorado is just ignoring the whole thing.

But Cyril, Cyril has whipped his phone out, and is recording everything, the smiles and the laughs and the happiness. The kind of videos I can’t help but think I’ll cherish even more once I4m out of this house, and away from them for good.

But now is not the time to think of that. It’s my turn to open my gifts!

Catching Up

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“And what about you, Shanna, what have you been up to?”

“Oh, you know! Taking care of Patience and Clémence. They’re about Hannah and the twins’ age now, but you know how it is: for twenty years there’s nothing else in your life.”

“Oh, I know! I know.”

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“We’re doing good together, Charlotte and I. For a while, what with me being elected Mayor and her brand booming, we didn’t have much time for each other, but we found a balance. And she’s still faithful to herself, you know her, but she’s matured.”

“Haven’t we all?”

“Very true. Thankfully.”

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“Guys, isn’t it too early to start decorating the tree?”

“You can’t tell us what to do, Mom!”

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“… Guess I can’t.”

The Graveyard

Before she left this morning, Gram made sure the graveyard was ready for the day. She placed the candles and the flowers, and we are only adding our own now.

I’m a bit puzzled as to how the candles can be lit when we arrive. If Gram had lit them before she left, wouldn’t they have melted entirely by now? And why would she have lit them without us? But I push the thought away. In any case the results are beautiful. Aunt Miranda and I, in particular, are mesmerized.

Pumpkins and Lights

Not ready to head back inside after all, I run around in the light rain, and even slipping in one of the many mud puddles — twice, in the same puddle — doesn’t bring my mood down.

It’s just all so pretty.

And then, I carve one more pumpkin for the road.

You can’t ever have too many carved pumpkins.