The Long Weekend

Sometimes I hate it when my sister is right. Sometimes she does have some quite valuable insight.

Thanks to some helpful advice and prodding from Madison, I just got back from a long weekend of romance with April. I had forgotten how much work this human romance can be. I had also forgotten how much it can be worth it.

I will describe in more detail the events of our necessary romantic outing later, but I will say now that they were quite successful in reconciling my relationship with April. Surprising both that I had to and that I did not until now realize why.

Human females are still confounding creatures to me.

Damage Control

I feel the need to apologize for being absent from posting in recent days. I would hate to alarm anyone that would think I have disappeared or been kidnapped again, but I have been dealing with some personal issues.

My sister would like me to stress that these personal issues do not have to do with her.

I have once again come across some friction in my relationship with April. She claims that I have not given her enough attention since my return. I tried to respond calmly to her that I have given her enough attention that the situation allows. I now have this new wave of alien immigrants the local government has tasked me to orient, and I am finally getting used to being back to what most humans would classify as "normal." If anything, I think I should be given a little more attention, considering all I've been through in the past couple months.

April did not take kindly to that response. Therefore, I am doing some damage control on our relationship right now. I certainly want to continue it, and I still have these feelings for her. I am simply unsure what my next step should be. I think I shall plan a romantic weekend for the two of us. Hopefully, that will put things back on track, so to speak.

Fables

One thing that never ceases to amaze me about earth-kind is your unending ability to tell stories.

I have come to learn that the most common of these stories passed down through the generations are fairy tales--Jack and the Beanstalk, the Big Bad Wolf, and so forth--often changing with each generation. Two weeks ago, when I proceeded with my plan to integrate expatriates of my own world into this one, I thought that a celebration of the strange such as Comic Con in San Diego would be the perfect cover. I also came away with more appreciation for the stories of this world.

I recognized quite a selection with an interest in the extra terrestrial, which did fascinate me, but of the books I picked up, I have become most enamored with a series that incorporates some of your own fairy tales: Fables.

Fables is the story of a community of fairy tale characters living in the real--or as they call it "mundane"--world. I could not help but think of my own situation, attempting to build a community for myself, my sister, and our fellow expatriates and refugees. Well, perhaps we are not as fantastical as these fables characters, but it has gotten me thinking.

Would it be best if we were to all stay together, form a small community here in the suburbs of Southern California to live our own way, hiding away from the trouble of the human world? We certainly have the technology to do so, though we may not have the proper access anymore.

Or should we all go our separate ways and attempt to blend into our surroundings and new neighbors? My sister and I have done that relatively successfully for the past year, I think. Perhaps it should be some happy medium between the two. Time will tell, I suppose.

Still, I do like the notion of living like these fairy tale characters in a strange world that they do not fully understand but which everyone around them takes for granted. I wonder if earth-kind knew about us, if they would look upon us as though we were fables living in their world.

Also, I do quite like the story of these Fables. I wonder how it will turn out.