I’m a bit behind, kiddies! I’m going to have to return to the one-post-a-day routine, just for a few days. My most sincere apologies! I hope you’re all enjoying the posts. Sorry for the lack of excitement … Tristan and Artio have been though so much drama in their lives I figured they’ve earned some peace, though I also know that satisfactory existence isn’t the most interesting thing to read about. I suppose this is the downside that writers always talk about, the one that comes along with being too attached to your characters!

I love you!

xxx

Dear Diary,

It was just Artio and I at breakfast this morning (the kids had to be at school early for a field trip) so we decided to try something a little different! We ate outside. Now, that may not sound like the most daring of changes, but it was actually quite lovely! When you’re stuck in a routine even the smallest change can be like a breath of fresh air, and fresh air is just what we found!

After breakfast, Artio wanted to take a dip in the pool together but then I saw a little hedgehog darting around in the bushes! I spent the rest of the morning chasing it around. By the time I finally caught it, Artio had left for work. She left me a note in the kitchen that said “you’re an idiot” with a big lipstick kiss underneath it. I love that woman.

-TB.

Dear Diary,

It’s amazing how two boys of the exact same age, raised in the exact same environment, can still turn out to be such different people.

-TB.

Dear Diary,

The cockatoo I bought home is doing great, though I still can’t think of a good name for him. Besides, I kind of like being able to set animals free once I’ve made friends with them. I figure they belong in the wild. Giving them names makes it harder to say goodbye.

Still, I really like the name “Lemoney”. Maybe it can be his nickname. I can still give him a nickname, right? His full name can be cockatoo, and his nickname can be Lemoney!

-TB.

Dear Diary,

After school today Artio and I took the kids to the Spring festival, which blows through town once a year. I still remember taking Jai and Jaden there as boys, watching them fill their baskets with painted eggs while Lirael crawled around on her chubby baby knees. Now Lirael’s the one carrying the basket!

When evening came, Artio and I offered to take the kids out for a fancy dinner but they decided they’d rather fill up on pie. Jai said he’d been dying for Lirael to grow old enough to compete in an eating contest; to see if she could take his crown. As it turned out, she couldn’t. Jai still beat all the other competitors by a mile! If eating was a marketable skill then Jai could be a millionaire!

-TB.

Dear Diary,

Artio and I don’t take nearly enough advantage of our hot tub. It’s been part of the manor for so long that we forget about it all the time, though I know it’s not only that. It’s so easy to become tangled with life; lost in the mess, wonderful as it may be. We forget the importance of small moments; moments of peace and stillness. 

Every now and then, we all need to take a little time just to … soak.

-TB.

Dear Diary,

I’ve read about intense sibling bonds but I’ve never fully understood them, or even really believed in them. Zara and I loved each other very much, of course, but now that I really challenge myself to think about our relationship I realise that I didn’t know her at all. Not really. Maybe if I had, I would have been able to stop …

Lirael and Jai are another story. Lirael does her homework in Jai’s room now, every single night. This morning we found them sleeping together, like babes in the wood! Lirael had a nightmare in the middle of the night and instead of crawling into our bed like she normally does, she snuck into her brother’s room. He let her sleep there, which is the amazing thing! When I was a child, if I’d crawled into Zara’s bed after a nightmare she would have kicked me out of there so fast my ears would have been ringing!

-TB.

Dear Diary,

In an effort to improve business at the Gypsy Caravan, Artio’s been spending the last few days performing public readings on the citizens of Lucky Palms. 

She’s a talented psychic but she needs to work on her people skills. She nearly scared a woman out of her wits today when she grabbed her face without warning, saying that it would help her access her energies. The woman was so aghast that she threatened to complain to Artio’s boss, so Artio performed a good luck charm on the woman in way of apology. Trouble is, Artio forgot to tell the woman what she was doing, so the poor lady thought she was putting a curse on her!

Maybe I should let Artio practice on me more often?

-TB.

Dear Diary,

Being alone in the house does strange things to me. I was so bored today that I tried performing a psychic reading on myself, using Artio’s crystal ball. I heard a lot of funny noises and saw a lot of funny colours, but that might be because I accidentally ate one of Jai’s brownies that I found in the fridge. There was something funny about that brownie too.

When the kids arrived home from school, Jaden approached me with a strange request. He wanted me to dig out some scientific journals that belonged to my Great-Great-Grandmother. I found them eventually at the bottom of a disregarded bookcase covered in dust. I have no idea what he wants with them. Maybe for a school project?

-TB.

Laney <3