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A military veteran is adopted by a werewolf and brought into his pack. Insanity ensues. About "Life With A Werewolf" Life with a werewolf is a dramatic blog. As such the characters in this blog are not real but maybe loosely based on real people. The situations represented are not real but maybe loosely based on real things that have happened in my life. There are a multitude of ways to view life, this is simply one of the ways I have chosen to view mine. Updated Every Friday unless I can't or don't want to. If this is your first time reading this...start here: https://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/1040400-Welcome-To-The-Pack Audio book playlist is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8X_xENe6sXs&list=PLi3mnuNpfev16dP8v_QOvstYWQpu0W... My book, "Dreamers of The Sea" is available now on Amazon: https://a.co/d/0uz7xa3 |
| Snow. The arch nemesis of automobiles and sanity. My old Mercury Topaz dealt with it about as well as can be expected, especially for someone who was in the south for the holidays. The thing about mid-western states, is that they all have plows, and sand trucks and salt trucks and sorts of methods of dealing with the snow. They have the means and experience to make roads at least somewhat passable. Southern states though, they simply don't. They don't get snow at all, so when it falls down and you're visiting a distant relative in say...Alabama for the holidays, driving can get chaotic. Driving north through the snow was more than hectic. It was downright dangerous at times. My car is light to begin with. So with a good gust of wind and a decent patch of ice is all that's really needed to send it on a slow slide into the next lane. No amount of braking or turning will help. Heck, I even reversed and stepped on the gas one time. All I did was a semi-impressive burnout for such a light car as I drifted in front of a semi. Thankfully he had the exact same problem so he was barely moving. After our bumpers literally kissed, we both got out, assessed the lack of damage and laughed at a bad joke I made about exchanging insurance information just for the hell of it. "We can both call and annoy them at the same time," I said. We didn't even exchange paint! Talk about lucky. Cars aren't made for snow. Werewolves, though, are. Crash was having a ball at his parents place, running through the ice and snow, chasing down game. He caught three of their dinners with his claws hunting with his folks. He got time the time to spend in werewolf form for fun for a change instead of just chasing down villains or trying to rescue my broke ass. So much so, he nearly burnt himself out on it and was asleep for almost eighteen hours after he got home. Most of us went our separate ways for the holidays. I think Zack, Kris and Sean had a small celebration together of some kind at the homestead. Kind of like a lawn gnome survivors support group thing, I guess. Which was strange, cause our resident lawn gnome was also invited to whatever they were doing. Though Valyur insisted on staying outside and eating his own food while watching them celebrate. "Felt wrong to be inside with ya meaties. But I thank ye for the invite," he said. "But we're supposed to watch you." When we all got home, there we had a separate Christmas celebration here. Through the snow, slush and slog, we were all burnt out. There wasn't any Christmas music, though the decorations were still up. No more Charlie Brown on the TV, no more Garfield and Grandma in her rocking chair by the window on a snow filled night. Just us together. The food was a haphazard meal. It was my turn to cook, so I decided on a fried chicken dish that was easy to do. Which Crash, of course, had to add his own side dish to. Then Zack, then Kris and Sean. Before you know it, what was supposed to be a simple meal turned into a huge smorgasbord, with fried chicken, home made mac and cheese, biscuits and green beans. As well as something else I'm forgetting now, so we'll call it cabbage. Elouise even stopped by with a pie she took home from her own Christmas party a couple days prior. It felt abnormal it was so normal. No gunfire, no kidnappings. No strange threats from vampires. No gnomes plotting world domination. No werewolf hunters. Nothing. Just, plain, old food, family and fun. We exchanged gifts, and the occasional compliment veiled in an insulting joke. Exchanged stories of our childhoods and how we celebrated Christmas. It was wonderful. The snow of course still came down. It's still falling, and holds the promise of even more snow. It will eventually let up in a few weeks, I know. After what feels like a lifetime of being trapped within four walls the heat will slowly return, and with it the adventures. Those things that at times make me miss the slower things. The Christmases and holidays. You can miss it. From the near, nonstop celebrating that retailers do from June to January, Christmas can feel like it has lost it's magic and wonder. But there is still magic and wonder to it, there has to be. Cause snow, for all it's glistening white, frozen glory, is actually pretty dreary and depressing. It literally and figuratively sucks the life right out of you, like a demented vampire intent on killing you slowly. You're confined to your home unless you're lucky enough to live in a place where you can ski and snowboard. Sometimes you're stuck around the same people for days and weeks on and, and, well, you can at times be ready to kill each other. That's where Christmas comes in. Bright colors of green and red; the colors of life. To remind you that, despite all of the frozen lifelessness, there is still life out there within the world and within you. That's one of the things that I had forgotten about Christmas as an adult. Truth is, as soon as you can buy your own things, Christmas starts to lose it's appeal. It stops being magical. Why send a letter to Santa asking for a gaming console that your parents will just buy and put his name on? Just put it on the credit card. Pay it off later. Why stress over that leather jacket? You don't have to be extra good for your parents and do the dishes or what not. Just buy it yourself. Why wait till Christmas? When the getting has lost its appeal and the snow piles up, sapping your energy and even draining your mood, you have this bright tree and memories. Hot Cocoa and friendly conversations and jokes. You have this holiday to help you out. I'm not a very religious person. But this year, the holidays did warm my heart a little. The heart of a guy who had come home with the promise of writing a scathing blog post about winter and how it sucks. A small simple celebration turned all of that around. So, a belated Merry Christmas, from all of us. A belated Happy New Year, too. And if all your resolutions are already broken, remember, you don't need a year to start over. Sometimes all you need is tomorrow. Thanks everyone. And I hope you're at least somewhat enjoying the snow. |
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