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I’ve been putting this off, but it needs to be done. So much of what I think and feel these days is related to what’s going on in my life. And what’s going on in my life is most certainly a culmination of the events of this past year, during my silence.

Let me start by giving you a hint of where I am right now.  Do you remember 1of2, 2of2 and Tertiary Adjunct?  Whom I referred to collectively as…the Borg Collective? Well, in rereading the posts that I tagged them in, I see that I have not done justice to my connection to them. Before, I had quite a crush on 1of2 and a mild crush on 2of2. Tertiary was cute.

Well, now I can say without hesitation that all three beautiful, magnificent, wonderful children are my YFs!! First true YFs I’ve had since The Beloved, back when I was 17!

On Good Friday, 2009, I sang a church service at a different church than The Citadel. The Citadel wasn’t having music (budget reasons) so I had gone elsewhere to get some extra money. I got a lot more than that! I got a free trip to ENGLAND!!

The church I picked, I picked for much the same reason as when I first started at The Citadel. The church had a boy choir. So for three weeks I toured various cathedrals and churches all over England (and Wales) singing and living with a large group of children, including many boys age 10-14 (and older). Four in particular really worked their way into my heart.

Ruins near Canterbury Cathedral

I would love to show pictures of the kids, but for obvious reasons, I must abstain. This was taken right next to the cathedral. I never did figure out what it was originally...

A boy (who looked rather like The Beloved) of 10 who was often homesick and needing a lot of attention. He eventually started physically fighting with the other 10-year-olds. Early on, I adopted him as my sort of protégé. I helped him through losing one of his last baby teeth while on the trip. :)

A boy just shy of 13 with an amazing voice! (Shepherd) He also loved to play Frisbee and cards. I eventually learned that he once sang at The Citadel, shortly after I joined, but switched to sing closer to home.

An 11-year-old Belgian boy (Catboy) who was beautiful!! Stunning. He joined us half way through the tour. His English was not at all bad, but he didn’t have a lot of confidence with it. For his first few days, he would barely speak, but made animal sounds at people instead. (Usually, he would hiss like a cat.) At the very end, I had started to break through his shell and he would talk to me with his adorable French accent. I initially started to get his attention when I shocked him with the quality of my duck impression. ;) He was a fiend at Frisbee.

And lastly… CJ. It is hard to think about him. By the end of the trip I had really fallen in love with this boy. “Painful” does not begin to describe how I felt when the trip ended at the thought of never seeing him again… He’s really the subject of another post though, I suppose.

Well, the trip did end. And while I was depressed for a little while after, it wasn’t too long until this Intermezzo of my life ended, and the next Act began!

(I intended this to be all one big post, but it kinda feels to me like it should be two.  So, expect Part, the Second some time in the near future!)

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Yesterday was Tertiary Adjunct’s 9th birthday. (Younger brother of the twins 1of2 and 2of2) I had planned to wish him a happy birthday, but of course I chickened out. I failed to ask 1of2 and 2of2 about the dance they were doing in the parking lot last week too. Most of the older choirboys were doing it. Some sword dance for the end of the school year festivities it seems. Oh well.

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It has been an interesting week.  It started off normal enough.  I got the bulletins done early for Sunday and received music from The Saint for an out of town gig and next Sunday.  The reasons I did the bulletins early, however, is not so normal.  I had jury duty this week.  On Wednesday I rode the train down to the court house and did a whole lot of “hurry up and wait.”

By around 1:00 I had been selected to serve on a jury for an armed robbery.  I went to work after that, knowing that I’d be unavailable the next two days.  I ended up buying a monthly pass for the trains.  Hurts the wallet, but the weather is nice enough now that I really should start taking the train to work.

I didn’t quite get all the printing done on Wed. so the next day, after day one of the trial, I headed to The Citadel again.  It made sense that day since I had to be there in the evening for choir anyway.

I finished up the printing and clocked out, then loaded up Netflix to watch some Jerico.

About twenty minutes into the show, something wonderful happened.  The doorbell for the parish house rang, and since the intercom for the door isn’t working, I had to open the door in person to even see who was there.  When I opened the door 1of2 and 2of2 were standing there, happy smiles plastered on their faces.  1of2 was hanging on the railing in a rather silly fashion.

They were there to pack bags for the food cupboard, but there was no bag packing to be done, alas.  When I told them that, 2of2 gave an “oh yeah” and told me he had tickets to give to me.  (His mother, who is now my friend on facebook, btw, gave me her tickets for the symphony.)  1of2 ran off to fetch them (he’s so cute and bouncy) while 2of2 stayed.  He and I chatted, only a little awkwardly, then 1of2 returned and gave me the tickets.  Then, sadly, they left.  But I am very glad to have had the opportunity to chat with them alone, however briefly.  They’re so…  Nice is too weak a word.  Pleasant.  Cheerful.  Enchanting.

I couldn’t use the tickets, unfortuneately (for which I feel a little guilty), because I had to return to jury duty.  I had accepted the tickets before I had known the extent of my commitment.

As for the trial, we quickly returned a verdict of “not guilty.”  The DA’s case was laughable.  Except it wasn’t funny.  Absolutely no proof owas given beyond to ID by the victim.  Tons of reasonable doubt.  Her entire case established nothing besides that the victim was robbed.  Nothing tied it do the defendant.

Thursday and Friday I went to lunch at the local food market.  So many beautiful boys.  Especially around the chocolatier.

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I’ve started writing again.  Of course I always say it, but I may actually finish this time.  As is true with so many of my ideas for stories, this one formed in the nebulous region of my mind that rules over the place between asleep and awake.  I can’t remember what the seed was, since nothing from that realm can last for longer than an hour or so, but it has grown into something viable.

The characters are vaguely modeled after the set of twins in the Citadel’s boys’ choir.  1of2 and 2of2.  Beyond their twinship, the fact that they both have half the name of a founding father, and the fact that one is maturing more rapidly than the other, there is little resemblance between my characters and them.  1of2 is far less insecure (as far as I can see) than Alexander, and far less bothered by 2of2’s puberty.

The story is of Alexander and Martin Grey.  Thirteen-year-old fraternal twins.  Martin’s recent entry into puberty and his acquisition of a girlfriend are making the marginally older Alex feel left behind.  These feelings of inadequacy and betrayal peak during a Boy Scout camp-out, eventually driving Alex to confront his “little” brother.

Martin is remarkably sympathetic and assures Alex that he will never abandon him.  Later, during a hike, Alex and Martin get separated from the troop and lost.  Martin rushes ahead to try and find the troop, leaving Alex behind, again feeling abandoned and betrayed.  Martin returns a little while later, saying he would not abandon his fresh vow and begins to lead Alex along the path he’d discovered.  However when the larger, stronger Martin leaps across a crevice and rushes on, Alex is reluctant to follow, fearing the fall that would follow if he slipped.  Not wanting to be left behind again, and reluctant to appear a coward, he overcomes his fear and makes the jump.

And Misses.  He falls into the crevice, landing very painfully, feeling his back break.  Before dying he looks around and sees his brother’s corpse just feet away.

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Oh no!  2of2 and The Russian are ALTOS!  I am truly a little sad.  Two of my favorite Citadel boys are solidly into puberty now.  Voice change is of course inevitable (mostly), and I can’t be too surprised with The Russian, since his is the oldest boy in the choir at 13, but 2of2 is still only 11!  He looked rather fetching today though…

And that’s the silver lining, of course.  I get to see them more often now, and they both still look very much like boys.  (Unlike my cousin Arcangelo, who looked 15 at 11.  And a mature, buff 15 at that.)

The most troubling thing about this to me is how it bodes for the rest of the Borg Collective.  1of2 in particular.  Now, 1of2 hasn’t started yet, and being fraternal twins they could mature quite differently.  But in my experience, a boy matures around the age his father did.  So obviously, brothers would around the same age.  And 1of2 and 2of2 are the same age.  I’m hoping one of them is an anomaly.  I’m really hoping it’s 2of2, since then Tertiary Adjunct would be later too.

The boy choir really can’t afford this loss easily.  Down two boys in one week.  The Saint still talks about Italino as if he’s in the choir, even though I haven’t seen him at all this semester, so I’m thinking that he’s going to resume singing after the break.  That will be good.  Good voice, cute boy.  10 years old.

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