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Weeps. Brilliantly presented. Keep that gal.

Snypiuers' niece plays violin and percussion in school and taught herself a little guitar. So, when we learned there was going to be a School of Rock opening in town, we signed her up before they even found a location and she was the first student when they did a preopening. She's learning keyboard and vocal and Snypiuer takes her to her classes. Snypiuer COULD go in, but Snypiuer is violently lazy so, when he drops her off, Snypiuer blasts the radio full blast and yells, "ROCK ON!!!" until she gets inside and then he naps until she's done. Snypiuers' niece listens to everything from 50's Golden Oldies to todays' music as well as Mariachi and Country (she actually attended an Elton John concert while still in a stroller - Snypiuer has never seen Elton John in concert), anyways, Snypiuer will quiz her on what is playing on the radio and she's pretty good at it. The other day Snypiuers' sister was able to take her to her class (she goes in with her when she takes her), afterwards she called Snypiuer from the car on speaker.   Sister: Hey, we're done. we're going to stop for some food, want anything? Snypiuer: A burger or whatever, doesn't matter. How'd the class go? Sister: Pretty good. Ask your niece what they played. Snypiuer: What'd you play? Niece: A song by a band called Wood Fleet Mac. *Silence* Snypiuer: *Finally* The band with the singer Nicky Steves? Niece: Yeah! *Even longer silence* Snypiuer: I am sooo disappointed. Sister: Sadness. Niece: What!? Snypiuer: I think I'll go cry now. Sister: You made your uncle cry! Niece: Why!? Snypiuer: I may have to perform Hara Kiri to restore the family honor. Niece: But we're not Chinese. Snypiuer: And the family shame grows. Sister: Your uncle may be gone by the time we get home. Niece: *High pitched, whispery, obviously fake and sarcastic concerned voice* Oh no! Does that mean I can have his burger?   She ate half my fries before they got home.

The following day's library search provided little of use as far as returning Throkmorton to his original form is concerned. However Yeriko did discover a map with a route which could get them to Istanople in a few days rather than the weeks they would otherwise spend crossing the Plains of Lorax. "I assume that there's a downside?" Kain says after looking at the map. "It's a ruined temple both here in the Plane of Shadows and in the Dune Sea; So there's likely something dangerous living in the ruins. And we're going to have to deal with crossing the Dune Sea to reach Istanople." Yeriko says. "We're all strong adventurers. We can handle a few monsters and crossing a section of desert." Targon declares after studying the map. "We should probably ask the Appleblacks if they know anything about what might be lurking in the ruins." Hawk says Throkmorton looks at the map. "Works for me. Gather supplies and information today and head out tomorrow morning."

Weird can be wonderful and I absolutely adore this.  Cherishing the past while welcoming the future.  Affirming someone. Sometimes you shine so brightly it causes my eyes to water.

Not sure if I've mentioned this before, but my sister and niece went to a friends' birthday party, and it reminds me that every year that my niece has been alive (LITERALLY every year), I've hugged and kissed her goodbye the day before her birthday and tell her I love her and will miss her and will never forget her. When she got older, she asked why I do it and I explained that she'll be a year older, and I will never see 1-year-old or 4-year-old, etc. her again (I also started doing it for her school years), and the next day she'll be a new her (2-year-old, 5-year-old, 8th grade, etc. her). For a while she would cry and say she didn't want to get older but now she just acts like she's annoyed when I do it - but she still hugs me back real hard. I actually started it with my other niece, who's older, but she moved - she's actually in college about 15 minutes away now, and shops in our pantry and refrigerator REGULARLY . . . I miss 6-year-old her. So, is it weird?