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My Expression of Painting #5 written by Ayn and all
Once upon a time ruled a King and Queen of TaTarnia. The King thought of his wife as always eager to please him. This made for good fortune across his land. The Queen served her Master well, but she withheld from him secrets of her mind. The Queen was interested in securing for herself a place in Heaven, so she sought the council of his Majesty’s Bishop. The Bishop arrived within moments of her neediness. He had been swilling at the royal banquet table. His fingers were yet greasy and his stomach protruded the certainty of many wines consumed. The Queen did not let go her disdain for the rolly polly priest. Instead she said to him, “Let us take a walk.”
The Bishop grunted as he followed in her footsteps. They left her bed chamber and crossed through complicated tiers of chambers and stairs. Finally, they reached her destination. It was an isolated room of stone and mortar with wood beams crossing overhead in a double T formation. “Do you recognize the girl?” The Queen asked. The Bishop saw her tattered rag dress and unreconciled golden locks. “No” he said, and then suggested that perhaps she was an impoverished village trespasser upon his Lord’s grounds and ought to be brought to her knees in shame by means of public debasement. “No,” said the Queen. “This harlot was once a fetish of the King.” She deserves another vestige of my time. She then made vows with the Bishop that this precedent laid only between them. “Of course, my Queen,” you have my utter confidence.
The Queen told the Bishop to disrobe the girl. The Bishop did as he was told. Then the Queen placed her royal crown on top a nearby chair and begun the process of releasing herself from her clothing and beads. The Bishop turned himself away from the Queen so he would not make the unnecessary choice of disrespecting royalty. When the Queen was entirely undressed she motioned for the girl to bring her the moth eaten cloth she had worn on her back. The Queen then ordered the Bishop to assist the girl in dressing in the Queen’s finest robe. Although the girl’s head was surely infested in lice, she held the crown before the girl and lifted her arms to place it upon the girls head. The girl dropped to the ground with the weightiness of its obscenity. Again, the Queen gave the Bishop instructions. He was to place the girl on the chair. He did as asked. The girl needed to be held by her shoulders so that the new weight of the crown did not topple her.
After the girl had steadied herself a bit, the Bishop Priest was told to bring the girl with him to the Kings dining table and seat her at the Queen’s throne. She followed in the pair’s shadow. The Bishop and the girl then appeared at the doorway of the mighty table where Lords and Ladies dined heartily on wild beast and pheasant. The King’s table was being entertained by a fast and frilly fingered flautist accompanied by two violins. As one after another diner looked up to see the girl in the Queens costume, the noise of the room started to subside. And, soon all were a gasped and the musicians laid down their efforts. The King who had been occupied personally by the conversation of two jewel travelers was the last to turn to see the debacle. He could not admit his confusion to see at once his mistress in clothing obviously belonging to his wife. He bellowed, “What’s the meaning of this?!” The girl again dropped to the floor in a puddle that she had wet. The King snatched the crown from her head, and ordered her to be immediately disrobed and beheaded by the soldiers who were scraping the lifeless girl from the floor.
Several days later the Queen again sat to the left of her King at the royal dinner table. Music and dancing had gone on as before and people were casually ensconced in their pleasures. The Queen laid her hand on the jeweled knuckles of her husband and asked only the question, “How many bell towers in my new church?” It was now a fact that the King was eager to please his wife. It was said, she had a sense of humor.
The Kingdom of Tatarnia
by Ayn's Multiple World
Entry for painting expression #05
Topic [Fiction]
posted by Ann Marie @ _1/31/2006 08:28:00 PM__Comments: 8_
_"My Expression of Painting #5 written by Ayn and all"_
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Tuesday, January 31, 2006 11:20:00 PM
_Christina K Brown__ said..._
You did a fabulous job with this!!!
Wednesday, February 01, 2006 1:14:00 PM
Anonymous said...
this was great:) a wonderful story but i wanted more lol
Deb
Wednesday, February 01, 2006 6:35:00 PM
_V__ said..._
Wow, Ayn. You did a great job!
Welcome to the club!
..........by a fast and frilly fingered flautist........
{Hehehehehe}
V
Thursday, February 02, 2006 3:52:00 AM
_Bon & Mal Mott__ said..._
Your writing shows a propensity for wit, Ayn. Maybe when you have more time you could produce more in this vein.
Love,
Bon & Mal
Friday, February 03, 2006 9:01:00 AM
_AnnaMarie__ said..._
Hey, Ayn! Glad I FINALLY found you all on Blogger- I've missed you! Your blog looks AWESOME!
Saturday, February 04, 2006 8:19:00 PM
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Tuesday, May 02, 2006 5:19:00 PM
Caught this bug going around
25 years ago –
I was supposed to graduate college, but had a one year son and was pregnant with the second.
We lived in a perfect Two-flat upper level and praised the day the landlords bought a washer, which meant it was much easier prior to hanging the cloth diapers outside.
I had brilliant thoughts and feelings about being a brilliant someone’s wife and devotedly watched him as he tested different colors on our walls. He was to turn painting into a life-time career
20 years ago –
I had had all my boys who were now 6, 4, and 2. Life with the boys was excellent and fun though independent of husband and I remember mowing the lawn a lot and being outside as often as I could to watch the boys play.
We had three houses. Our large brick bungalow we were living in, a two-flat that had been fixed up, and an 18 room Victorian, which was 99 years old and in need of a make-over. We had 6 families of renters.
By this time we were married six years and had moved four times so had few friends. We were into home restoration. Hubby didn’t seem as interested in us as before and was often bitter. On one occasion he had come across the bed to punch us a couple times in the face.
We began seeing our third psychologist, because of depression and rage.
15 years ago –
The year prior, I had spent three visits to separate hospitals and was diagnosed as a multiple, but held for depression. My doctors would not release me from the hospital until we committed to living somewhere else beside with my husband. My husband moved my name off the apartments through a shady sale to one of his relatives and he registered me with Medicare and Medicaid while I was trying to quickly finish college.
I was living on the 1rst floor of our Victorian, and hubby was living on the entire 2nd and 3rd floors of the Victorian. Boys were living in between floors they were now 11, 9, and 7 and pretty confused.
I gradually gained custody of my boys through three long and expensive years of court custody battles. There was a protection order against my husband. He could see the boys, but not me. He moved and had bought a house with another woman although the divorce was not final.
I was under the excellent care of a gifted psychiatrist, Dr. W. at the University and he saw us through a long period of fear, of not only our past, our confused selves, but as well of our new responsibilities and vision of a future.
10 years ago –
I had regained custody of the Victorian which was then sold for funds and less maintenance. I had always been a housewife; us and the boys then lived in a three bedroom apartment, and then we bought a three bedroom house for the four of us.
I had been required by the state to take courses in vocational training, and through the years had passed from a client to governing client payroll, to shipping receiving to production coordinator. I had a floor to maintain for about a 100 people with disabilities who were job training through manufacturing projects.
The boys were meeting me downtown via the Metra on odd Friday nights, so we could get hamburgers at the train station two blocks from work. I was putting in time in a half, but still getting behind on bills, because my ex-husband decided to start another custody battle. I would let them run some of the client’s jobs and we’d go home together about 10. They would hold my hands as we crossed the one busy street near home. They were protecting me. They were now 16, 14, and 12.
Three years prior, our final divorce came through a month after I met my friend and was still a client. We soon became best friends, and met every other Friday night, when the boys had visitation with their father. He became my boss and advisor at work and kept an eye out for me, especially in time of personal crisis.
5 years ago –
I lost the boys four years prior, not because of child custody battle, but because of bankruptcy and not being able to stop the court fees. Our accountant told us to sell the house, but without having a home I couldn’t afford to take the boys where I would need to go next. I gave them over to their father. I lost not only the boys, money, and house, but as well my psychiatrist and dog.
I quit my job and moved back to MN where I could still finish college. Within two years I graduated with a psychology degree and put in a couple of years at the center, but to get there I had to live a couple of months in homeless shelter, and 3 separate government apartments. *Sigh*
I moved from an apartment in Chicago to a nicer apartment in the suburbs 12 miles each between my boys and work.
My middle son had a baby out of wedlock and had lived with us 3 ½ months after being kicked out by his father, my oldest son had also been kicked out and had spent a year living with us prior to becoming engaged, and my youngest son was still living with his father and stepmother and finishing high school.
My friend was still my best friend and we supplemented life with a two year relationship with Dr. M. He diagnosed us as depressed, anxious, and Multiplying disordered. Well, not really, he said we are multiple, but not so disordered.
1 year ago –
I had spent my first few years with diabetes and osteoarthritis. I didn’t make much headway with either, and had to undergo a hernia operation. Dr. M. added officially OCD or obsessive compulsive disorder to our diagnosis.
My middle son had been in his first year of not talking with me. He had told my oldest son that he thought I was going to be dead within three years and didn’t want to invest in the relationship. I am reminded often by how much this son is like his angry father who he was now communicating again with.
I was in my 6th year of work and had spent 7-8 months of my boss being angry at me. She couldn’t afford to fire me, nor could I afford to quit. Why the anger? Not sure … the couple of years before, I’d been her favorite employee. It started the day we passed our accreditation; I think she was mad because we were too good, while she had showed much anger to the surveyor. She was angry that I’d gotten exemplary marks with my reports; she made it so it couldn't be talked about. The surveyor had told her she wasn’t paying me enough money, nor did he like the overtime. He also had offered us a job position, which we considered. The angrier she got, the more fastidious I would make my work. Go figure. I think we’re passive-aggressive.
My father and stepmother had been dead for two years and although thought of, not missed. He, my mother, and grandfather were the ones to start all this anger and me finding angry people to be around. We were umm still seeing Dr. M.
I’d known V for two years and very proud of the relationship. He supported our decision to going back to school and not working overtime for an unappreciative boss.
Had spent a couple of years immersed in a life built up around our place at J-Land on a green shady tree-lined street just up from beach.
1 day ago –
We started the 3rd accreditation period at work again and our boss is into about a week of liking us. We’re writing things down due to poor memory and the boss writes us back. We still don’t talk much. It is a good relationship :) this way. We don’t scare each other as much. And, we had an administration meeting and staff meeting and didn’t get kicked out of either and written-up as had happened the month before. YAYYY!!! She even teased us in a funny nice way :)
Sister was SOOOO happy with me, she said she would pay the $660 fee for me to be at a 3-day accreditation meeting in Columbus, Ohio mid-June.
Worried about V. whose illness seems to have taken a step in the wrong direction.
Played with our friend of 13 years now before he tucked us in to bed with our stuffed dog and soft feather blanket.
Got caught-up with the back assignments for school. Had fun in the process.
Was thinking about our having given Dr. M. a 15 minute allowance of time to consider diet, exercise, and not smoking, but that made us sulky angry.
Figured out how to open our work computer while at home.
Today –
Thinking the only thing we have to do today is write, read blogs, and write one report for school. Easy fun day!
Am happy that two of the three boys seem to like us, plus now there is a daughter-in-law and three grandchildren to love.
Had a conversation through IM with our friend and talked about some neat stuff.
More worried about V, but happy he is sleeping, because otherwise he’d be telling me to get back to school!
Got on the scale and discovered, we hadn’t really gained back the weight we had thought we had gained, and in fact holding the number of 36 pounds lost. Yayyy Much more not angry now. Thinking we’ll give Dr. M. more time to talk about our health issues without becoming mad or depressed.
Bless every day the safe secure feelings I have to be living by myself. It allows me this wonderful life through the computer. Let's say that again ... safe!
Tomorrow –
Will celebrate my third son’s 22nd birthday … still like to send him a little cash.
Will finish the last paper due tomorrow
Will look around for friendly warm smiles!
We’ll stay on our diet and brave-up our nerves for talking to Dr. M. about serious reality health things like smoking, exercise, and dieting.
SUPERBOWL!!!!
Will maybe visit some of the extra blogs we are on and contribute something to them.
That’s it! We will feel happy, because we’re still here! And, you are here with us. *Big Happy Smile* Life is good. Then too there is God!
posted by Ann Marie @ _2/04/2006 02:23:00 PM__Comments: 9_
_"Caught this bug going around"_
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_V__ said..._
Ayn, this was very revealing. I`m really proud of how you have overcome all that your husband threw at you. Your #2 son has definitely been influenced by his father. Too bad for him.
Happy Birthday to #3 son!
You`re so lucky to have your friend and Dr. M. And your friend is so lucky to have you.
Hugs,
V
Sunday, February 05, 2006 3:43:00 AM
_Christina K Brown__ said..._
Ayn,
All in all I would say you sound happy. Content. It is hard to get to that place of happiness but worth it...
Now, since V didn't say it, get to school. Wait, it is Sunday. Isn't the game on?
xxooxxoo
ckb
Sunday, February 05, 2006 5:23:00 AM
Anonymous said...
I just love reading these i learn so much more about my friends:) Happy Birthday to son #3. Enjoy the day and have fun ok:)
Deb
Sunday, February 05, 2006 9:12:00 AM
Anonymous said...
Ayn,
So much time has passed and I've not been here to say hello. I miss not always being around to read posts or leave comments.
I am so very proud of you, all you've accomplished. You are one of the bravest ladies I know.
Peace and Blessings
Mere
aka the blogger formerly known as mlobb10/etherealpeachy.
PS. I'm here on blogger now too. I am not writting as frequently in my AOL Journal.
http://egdllc.blogspot.com/
Sunday, February 05, 2006 9:41:00 AM
_Tammy Brierly__ said..._
Ayn, you have been through so much! I'm in awe of you coming out the other side and being happy. I'm very proud of you and feel I know you so much better. WOW!
I just adore V, but had no idea he was ill. So after the game get back to work! :) I will pray for our beloved V. Take care of that body too!
Much love and respect!
Sunday, February 05, 2006 1:26:00 PM
_Gabreael__ said..._
Oh Ayn,
You are proof that was doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
Gabreael
http://gabreaelsbodymindandspirit.blogspot.com/
Monday, February 06, 2006 6:14:00 AM
_Christina K Brown__ said..._
Ok.
Today is Tuesday and no you.
No V.
No Mom.
The world is not right.
I miss you all.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006 12:14:00 PM
_TJ__ said..._
I read this twice and I may just read it again. I had been fasinated with your intelligence and kindness. I never once thought to question mulitple. Now I sit in deep thought about how incrediably strong you are. Gees Ayn it just hit me you are all that you are and times three! Damn! That is more then a surviving..that is THRIVING! ( I hope that makes sence) always your friend, TJ
Tuesday, February 07, 2006 9:07:00 PM
_Tom__ said..._
Ayn,
I just learned a great deal about you by reading this post, sorry I missed it while it was fresh. To go through the tribulations that you describe and end it with a great big smile is truly an inspiration. You have certainly motivated me this morning.
((big hugs))
Tom
Friday, February 10, 2006 6:01:00 AM