malik042249 (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} malik042249) wrote,@ 2008-10-26 00:08:00 |
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From Catoosa to Inola.......
Yesterday was a big powwow for moving from CKC to Dream Acres. slave Cathy's 4 sons, our boy ryan, our protectee Geoff, slave Cathy's oldest son's wife, their 2 young sons and daughter, our donkey Caby, slave Cathy and myself. My contribution was to stay out of the way.
They attacked the shop first. Our neighbor left their forklift for us to use which helped to lift the shop door open. Goeff brought a 16 ft. trailer. slave Cathy's sons picked out the tools their grandfather left them and loaded them on the trailer. McDonald's food cost close to $60.
Then slave Cathy realized that one particular box was thrown in trash. So, everybody started looking for that box. It contained old pictures, notes, tinkers and such. It was a memory box and they are important. The thread between our past and present which help sews the garments of our futures.
They found those little toy army guys which every boy must have. They belonged to her oldest son who just returned from Iraq after one tour of duty. His boys were thrilled to have them and before very long they were playing with them in dirt.
This big house is getting empty of things accumulated over couple of life spans. There is a sadness and also a sense of new beginning. I feel that floors and walls and ceilings are watching us. I feel that windows and doors and vents are storing our shadows and presence within them. They were keepers of the presences who lived in this house. Cathy's parents, her sister, her boys, her ex, myself, our Cabby and many more.
This place hosted Jack Rinella, Dossie Easton, Major, Femcar, Phantom, Midori, Master Jim and slave marsha, and many more. And it enjoyed the company of our friends. Memories were created and memories were saved. These walls heard and stored the cries of happiness and sobs of sorrows. This house witnessed the births and the deaths. This place was the fulcrum of my slave's inner strengths and resolves. The stories are long.
We are in the middle of moving. Our families, biological, leather and extended came together and helping us. It is a blessing in itself. In a very real sense, regardless of where we move to, this place shall always be home.
Malik
