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Who’s in your jeesh?

I just finished reading Ender in Exile.  This is the most recent book in Orson Scott Card’s Ender Universe.  I saw the book in the bargain bin at Wal Mart.  Even though we are counting our pennies, my wife saw the look of glee on my face and acquiesced to its purchase.

Card’s stories about genius children saving the human race from the onslaught of an invading alien menace has got to be one of my favorite fictional universes.  The book was excellent and for the first time in a while I was immersed in world that I could not put down.

This is not a review of the novel.

What happened was this, Ender makes constant reference to his jeesh, a small private army of your friends who you know has always got your back.  I got to thinking that Ender was a pretty lucky guy to have a group like that.  Then I got to thinking who would be in my jeesh were I fortunate enough to have one…

In no particular oder:
Berin Kinsman; a superhero currently living in the desert southwest.  We have never met face-to-face, but he is a brother in every sense of the word.  During my darkest moments surrounding the death of Mrs. VS, Berin was there as an ear to listen, a reassuring voice, and source of inspiration.

William Lawton; my brother, my friend, my GM.  My daughter introduced us when she told me that I should come play in her gaming group.  Bill is one person who can honestly say he lives in my head (scary thought).  He gets me.

Brook Ullum; the children’s pastor at church.  She allowed me to once again use my puppeteering skills with children.  She shares my sense of humor (another scary thought).

Hank Harwell; an expatriated Texan.  He is an officer and a gentleman.  He shares my faith and has been a rock when I needed it.  Another of my brothers-from-another-mother.  We’ve never met face-to-face but I do know that someday we will.

Adrienne Paradis; my writing partner of over 20 years.  She’s one of the few people who knows Stev as well as I do.

S.L. Shirley; a fellow Dire Paladin.  Stefan would follow me into an autoduel with no questions asked.

48 Fan & Private Blackspartan; yes they’re my kids.  How many dads can say that they are friends with their children?

Lady Ashya T’Sai; my friend, my partner, my wife.  We were friends in high school.  I missed asking her out by three weeks.  She shares my sense of humor, my likes, my worldview, and many other things.  God brought her back in to my life after 25 years.  I don’t know what I’d do without her.

January 12, 2011 Posted by | Life near an Iowa Cornfield, Vulcan Stev | , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Peeking in my window

It’s Thursday morning December 9, 2010.  I’m sitting in my favorite Panera Bread waiting for the library to open.  Christmas music is playing on the speakers.  Nearly every table is occupied with a customer.  Most of them have their laptops or iPads out.

The sky is gray outside and the sun is refusing to show itself today.  I know how it feels.  Neither Ashya or I wanted to get up today.  All three of the live-in boys felt the same way.  It’s just gray and cold enough outside that a nice blanket of snow would cheer things up.

Last night we had practice for the children’s Christmas program at church.  I have been blessed with a group of talented young individuals.  What they lack in polish they more than make up for in enthusiasm.  After church the family went to see Soccer Dude’s game.  His team won 6-4.

The job hunt is still proceeding.  I’m willing and ready to work but not desperate enough to take a part-time, minimum-wage, burger-flipping job as yet.  I’ll keep applying for jobs that suit my skillset.

Still no net service at the house.  Apparently we live far enough out in the “rural” area that there’s no DSL coverage.  I guess I find southern Missouri’s definition of “rural” amusing.  I can see plenty of neighbors from each window in the house.  In Iowa that would be defined as a neighborhood.

The Pirate has been doing well in his new school.  His grades keep coming back in the high 90s.  48 Fan is dancing with GC Jazz for the first time next Monday.  I should be in attendance at that concert.  Pvt Black Spartan is still serving our country.  She did want everyone to know that she passed her most recent PT test.

God Bless everyone.

December 9, 2010 Posted by | Vulcan Stev, Vulcan Stev Family Journey | , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

What am I thankful for… 2010 edition

What am I thankful for….

I’m sitting here in one of Springfield’s public libraries contemplating the last twelve months of my life.  A year ago, Virginia had been declared cancer free by the doctors.  My daughter was planning on coming home for Christmas.  For the first time in a long time there were presents we had bought under the tree (not just presents donated to a less-than-fortunate family).  I had a good job that I enjoyed immensely.

Here I am November 2010.  Mrs. Vulcan Stev is gone.  #48 Fan is 400 miles away.  I’m laid off and looking for work.

What do I have to be thankful for?  LOTS!

I have been blessed not once but twice in finding Mrs. Right.  Ashya and I partners in EVERY sense of the word.  I miss Mrs. VS and I’m not belittling anything of the 22 years we were together.  However, Ashya and I fit like two peas in a pod.  God has blessed me with a very beautiful woman for me to love, care for, cry on, and be with.

I have 5 very wonderful children.  Pvt. Black-Spartan is protecting our country.  I am honored that my daughter is serving our country proudly.  Soccer Dude is very much his mother’s son.  He’s a natural athlete and I’m happy to cheer him on.  #48 Fan is maturing the time he’s spending away from Dad.  I’m seeing glimmerings of the man he’ll become.  The First Mate and The Pirate keep me on my toes.  I’m having a blast carting the both of them to and from the library to have internet time.

The fact that I’m not currently working has allowed me to get things done for the family that otherwise would’ve required either myself or Ashya to take time off work.

I prayed that God would heal Mrs. VS.  He has.  When I stop to think about how she could be just lying in a Hospice bed, not knowing anyone, not responding to anything, I realize that God has blessed us for saving her family from the pain of watching her ebb away.

I have air in my lungs.  I have food in the fridge.  I have gas in the car.  I have money in the bank.  There are others out there off far worse than I.

Being thankful means more than looking at all your stuff and living for that.  Being thankful means looking at your place in the universe and realizing that you are where you need to be.

Thank you God for all you’ve done for me in the past year.

November 25, 2010 Posted by | Life near an Iowa Cornfield | , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments