Mission: Impossible

On Wednesday morning I got up early and let the Huntress take over for some hours. Recruited Raven for the GIJOE:Special Mission in Macondo, USA. We met at point Mesón and so went on with the plan following complete stealth mode. An agent pinpointed the way, and so… after small quarreling with the locals and the mined street. We finally saw the target… The sitting duck was surrounded by his minions, but as we arrived and moved fast he didn’t really got to see what was coming for him… I should have taken a picture of that expression… Oh, he remembered my name… goody! After crossing some words, me being completely dry and sarcastic, and actually seeing he was breaking some sweat, he agreed that he would go to the house on Saturday morning with the electrician to check the power and to check what must be done with the stairs. I’ll give him two weeks, if at end of month he has done nothing I will demand. This is his third and last call. Raven and Huntress finished up the mission reaching Mesón point and digging in some well deserved goodies.

We departed, and I went to get some information on the house insurance that is due. Still have to fix some things and so left. Granted some thrist quencher to my beloved Ravage Plunderer, she has been too good to me so I spoiled her with expensive oil change. Wheeeee o algo.

Finally made it to the laboratory to get the results and everything is negative so I keep on the quest of WHAT THE HELL HAS BEEN WRONG WITH ME ALL THESE PAST WEEKS! Sheesh… what more tests do I need…

The mage summoned me for lunch, so as the small rainstorm fell, we met at his favorite sandwich artist’s store. The mage had a small big bang with the oni, and as I expected the argument in the end included me. Whatever. She better get used to the idea of me being around… because I will be around for a long, long time. Since I know how it feels as if you were the cause for separation, feeling as a burden sometimes, abandoned at others… I totally relate to the what if’s that may happen with the girl. The mage knows he has my complete support in her best interest.

Anyway… After lunch went to checkout some stuff at the mall, and tried visiting El Calvo, but he was at college. I got the bad news that José Iván (Elvira) died on August 2 of a heart attack. R.I.P., finally… because that guy suffer a-lot staying for long periods at the hospital (he fell from top of his house roof twice, and had some weird accidents as well). I will always remember that he made a Master in Painting at Vienna… His paintings had photographic quality… He was a true artist, and didn’t really told anyone… He worked as a physical education teacher at Ponce’s vocational school. God must be having fun with this live one…

Got a call from Groundel, and so went to pick him up for dinner. As he got in the car, he stank of cigarettes. I asked him about the renewed habit, and he basically estated that it was none of my business. So, what happened later in reality was a consequence of the button he pushed… not my being bitchy and narrow minded as he thinks. We ended up in a heated argument in which he basically blames me as the source of his bad behaviour. It all was a carnival for him, where he wore a mask behind a mask behind a mask. He faced life using different characters, a persona shown to me, a persona shown to his workmates, a persona used for his family, a persona used for the street… His true persona is lost in it all, in all the masks… There was really no way for me to know anything about his true character… A prince of lies.

He is disposing of anything that reminds him of me, and hinted on his disposing of the scrapbook that I made for him… That’s when I started crying. The main goal of my spending so many months completing that thing was so whenever he felt put down or sad, all he had to do is browse his life and see all the good it had, all the people who loved him. It was the only thing he would take care of at all times, it was a gift that meant something… and he would dispose just to forget about me. That got to me. That said many things about him… From that point on I could not speak no more, just cry… He appreciated nothing about me, about who I am, about what I wanted to give him, about my caring and my love. I ended up simply saying I had to go home. He became angry-er and more irritated because I would not stay until whenever he decided I should go… Whatever. I had to go. I needed to escape his cruel, mindless harshness. Back at home I took a long, long shower… And let out everything I had left inside of me. Even doing such, when the mage arrived he had to deal with disturbed me... Bring me to life, Zordak... At least someone always makes me smile.

Today, the sunshine was there once again, and a mild breeze made me recall the ongoing promise of a new day… The morning was a bit slow but mellow… Univentful. Coriolis called letting out some issues for which he already know the answer… Sometimes it’s not what you want to do but what you have to do… Had lunch with the mage, so the levels of brightfullness of the day increased exponentially. The afternoon has been interesting as my boss from the metro area wants to do a sort-of informational intraweb and recruited me for the design… Gotta come up with something by next week. Yay! Something to do! That I like! Ecstatic! This deserves another wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Calls from absent minded people who don’t recall how to turn on their towers or how to recover lost shortcuts… Hmm… Brains that can be sold as new because they are shrink wrapped…

The Keeper is quite excited about the major event and wants to discuss many things with me, so gotta call her and see if we can meet tomorrow to sort out some doubts o algo. And so… Here we are… Long day… Won’t go to the photography class, feel in cave-mode… Tired, need to recharge. And need to write down what is needed as a wedding pre-pre… sort of.

This weekend will be full… Contractor appointment on Saturday morning, Zordak’s den in the afternoon, church and priest interview at night and closure at El Calvo’s home. Fully loaded… Expect kitty litter cleanup on Sunday afternoon, and mandatory laundry. And another weekend is gone… Fast track.

So… There is Action, Drama, Suspense, Horror, Romance, Adventure, Comedy and Tragedy… Is this as good as it gets? Not really, I have a feeling that the party is just getting started…

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