It has been a long time since I felt like writing anything on here, but life changes and I get to do what I want for once. Traveling is something that I have done, but with constraints. Now, I get to go wherever I want and I get to explore far off lands and landscapes.
Depression deepens with age,
Dark, silent hands sweep aside courage,
Disease draws out life, desire, delight,
Forgotten memories are swept away like snuffed candlelight.
Family binds tighten, but memory slips away,
Forever brilliant, but always fading,
Fear celebrates each slip, each ebbing thought,
Gasping, grasping, holding tight.
Am I family?
Am I still here?
Am I remembered?
Am I counted, loved, seen?
Do I matter?
Is it all for nothing?
Is it forever?
Is it necessary?
Why? What is it for?
Memory, lost memory.
Typical yarn shopping
- See sparkly yarn, drool
- Hesitantly touch sparkly yarn, squeeeee
- Have sudden hysterics realizing yarn is VERY expensive, but would look great as a trendy hat
- Sudden panic attacks at all the yarn you already have
- Decide you MUST have it anyway and head toward the checkout counter
- Spy a new set of stitch markers you don’t have, add them to your over loaded arms
- Realize you do not have a pattern in mind and head over to the knitting books
- Pick out the perfect pattern, then realize you need more yarn
- Get more yarn
- Look at the pattern again and wonder if you have that size needle, length, material choice?
- Take 10 minutes stressing about whether to get the bamboo needles or the new shiny, and expensive, set you don’t have
- Get new shiny expensive set rationalizing you will get a lot of use out of them for the money
- Finally get to the checkout line and have to wait in line
- Spy a really cool button you know would look great on the sweater you started last year for your sister, which is still in the beginning stages, but you swear you will get to this year
- Add button to your overflowing stash of wonderfulness
- Plonk it all down and hand over your Visa etc. excitedly
- Walk out of the store, unwillingly, since you just spotted a new style of knitting bag you don’t have.
- Cry in the car realizing you have ANOTHER project already waiting at home, but this one is so new and fun.
- Rush home and start new project, pushing the latest new project into its new project knitting bag for LATER.
The ship shuddered as the wormhole opened in front of the ship, drawing it in like a sucking black hole. Everyone on the bridge who were not strapped in were thrown around, slamming into consoles and each other.
“Nim, find out where the Captain is!” Mr. Erskin cried as another console blew up sending sparks flying around the bridge. Nim only nodded and ran toward the elevators. She stepped into a world of silence as the elevator doors closed. Leaving all the turmoil and confusion behind. The softly playing music felt surreal to Nim as the minutes drifted by. The doors opened upon chaos as passengers and crew either played bloody or dead in the hallway outside the doors. The luxuriously appointed quarters of the elite of their society, and the Captain’s quarters, were in such disarray Nim had to pick her way carefully around broken planters and prone people.
She wanted to stop and help, but finding the Captain was too important. She thought that something must have happened to him. He would have at least been in contact with the bridge even if he couldn’t get to the bridge.
Walking carefully, but still as briskly as possible, she finally approached the Captain’s quarters. Nim sucked in a staggered breath. The airlock seal was red. She stared at the door in a daze. Her mind would not focus on the though that the Captain could be dead. This must be a mistake. He has to be somewhere else on the ship, injured or helping the rest of the crew and too busy to contact the bridge. He couldn’t be gone?
Her fingers shaking she lifted her Phox, “Nim here Mr. Erskin. Can I get a structural integrity report for the port side of the ship? Heart pounding she waited for the report, but she already knew the answer. He was dead. They were on their own now.
Ah, my work schedule is about to change.
No more sleeping through the daylight,
Days off will actually feel like I have more range,
Without this I would be quite a sight.
Sadness shall pass on,
Those we love are remembered,
The sudden silence of the alarm startled everybody on the command deck. Nim listened to the sounds of the ship, her sensitive ears able to pick up the frequencies of the engines. Heart pounding she looked through her monitors, but nothing showed out of the ordinary. The engines were working at capacity, but they had stopped, as if they were being held by something. “But, there is nothing?” she thinks as her hands dance across views of the space field outside their ship and the area surrounding them.
“Aris, I want continued status updates. Mr. Sykes give me a rundown of any injuries and for God sake will someone go calm Mrs. Helmsley down!” barked out Mr. Erskin.
Nim looked around the deck. Toddy was groggily talking to someone over her Phox, while trying to get ahold of the Captain, who was still missing. Nim’s hands were shaking and she clenched them together. She sensed something was out there, but her sensors were telling her nothing was there. She walked over to the large view screen and stared out at the stars. “Something, I know there is something out there.” her intuition sense picked up something slight, maybe a fluctuation in the space folds, but why else would they have suddenly stopped. She felt like someone had taken control of their ship, but not to harm them, but for some other reason.
Fear slithered down her spine. She didn’t like having control taken away like this. It reminded her of her father, the long nights spent in the hole. Her father’s way of making her stronger. She shivered and pushed that unpleasant image out of her mind. “What if someone has taken control of the whole space sector?” She turned back to her desk and quickly scanned through the images of the past few hours. Frustrated she pushed her cerulean hair out of her eyes.
“Sir,” cried Aris, “the engines are still offline, but we are moving. I cannot explain it.” Suddenly, everyone on the command deck could feel the sudden acceleration. Nim looked at her screen. “Sir, this makes no sense. The computer still says that we are stationary.” The words were no longer out of her mouth than she was forced back into her seat by the sudden forces of acceleration. On the view screen a giant vortex opened and Nim could hear Toddy screaming in terror as they sped through the wormhole.