07-19-2014, 11:45 AM
June 29th, 2014
Signs had started appearing around Castle Rock and towns surrounding the area. Simple but professionally printed, well-formatted.
Lola could be seen around these places hanging the printed advertisements up, in grocery stores and hardware stores and garden centers and community gardens as well. She looked sturdy and healthy, infuriatingly to some (unsurprising to those that knew her) back into a shape that was very near to original. The only real noticable difference to when she reappeared was that she now walked around with an infant swaddled and wrapped up against her chest-- all that was visible was a head full of dense black hair.
She was approached twice while hanging posters throughout the first week. What is it exactly that you're selling? How do you guarantee your work?
Initial invoices were drawn, and Lola began the meager trickle of income when launching your own business.
July 4th, 2014
Lola didn't subscribe to patriotism. One could only imagine why a Uktena wouldn't be on-board for celebrating the Good Ol'e Red-White-and-Blue.
It did happen to be the day that she started up her patrols again. Hector had tagged along with, largely because he wanted to and could, but probably a little bit to watch and see how his mate did out on these long walks while still not sleeping reliably and pouring much bodily energy into feeding their infant. Naturally, she did just fine.
They ran into some others visiting the Caern's bawn, received congratulations on the newborn.
This, ultimately, would become a standard day in the life until business could pick up.
July 12th, 2014
It was a full moon, hanging fat and particularly large in the sky above. The radio mentioned a 'Supermoon', said it was passing closer to the earth tonight than it typically does in its orbit. Lola had lulled little Raksha to sleep against her chest while standing out on the back porch and watching the moon rise.
Hector had come to her from a run and hunt to exert some of the Rage that welled and swelled and burst in his chest. He met her at the porch, smelled of sweat and the trees. Rage tamed-not-gone, life and passion stoked. They'd laid the baby in her crib and gone to their room.
Let's not blame young people for what happens under the impossible pull of Luna's fullest and nearest swell.
July 18th, 2014
Family left at home, back on The Homestead, Lola was finishing up her first actual job. Hair tied back, sweat slick on her forehead and shoulders, she stood in the fenced back yard of some $500k house in Boulder. A couple in their fifties had called her and set up the first project that she'd scheduled. A small couple of gardens now occupied a quarter of their yard, easily navigated and well marked. A rainwater barrel was now built into the bottom of gutters, which she'd cleaned out for good measure.
She came home with her first check and a bloom of self-sufficient pride.
As it turns out, the Homestead didn't fall apart while she was gone, and working for human money wasn't so terrible after all.
Signs had started appearing around Castle Rock and towns surrounding the area. Simple but professionally printed, well-formatted.
Sustainable Homesteads
Planning
Building
Planting
Teaching
Offering services in solar power and rainwater harvesting. Full installation and education is always included at no extra cost. Be self-reliant, and save money doing it.
Call: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Planning
Building
Planting
Teaching
Offering services in solar power and rainwater harvesting. Full installation and education is always included at no extra cost. Be self-reliant, and save money doing it.
Call: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Lola could be seen around these places hanging the printed advertisements up, in grocery stores and hardware stores and garden centers and community gardens as well. She looked sturdy and healthy, infuriatingly to some (unsurprising to those that knew her) back into a shape that was very near to original. The only real noticable difference to when she reappeared was that she now walked around with an infant swaddled and wrapped up against her chest-- all that was visible was a head full of dense black hair.
She was approached twice while hanging posters throughout the first week. What is it exactly that you're selling? How do you guarantee your work?
Initial invoices were drawn, and Lola began the meager trickle of income when launching your own business.
July 4th, 2014
Lola didn't subscribe to patriotism. One could only imagine why a Uktena wouldn't be on-board for celebrating the Good Ol'e Red-White-and-Blue.
It did happen to be the day that she started up her patrols again. Hector had tagged along with, largely because he wanted to and could, but probably a little bit to watch and see how his mate did out on these long walks while still not sleeping reliably and pouring much bodily energy into feeding their infant. Naturally, she did just fine.
They ran into some others visiting the Caern's bawn, received congratulations on the newborn.
This, ultimately, would become a standard day in the life until business could pick up.
July 12th, 2014
It was a full moon, hanging fat and particularly large in the sky above. The radio mentioned a 'Supermoon', said it was passing closer to the earth tonight than it typically does in its orbit. Lola had lulled little Raksha to sleep against her chest while standing out on the back porch and watching the moon rise.
Hector had come to her from a run and hunt to exert some of the Rage that welled and swelled and burst in his chest. He met her at the porch, smelled of sweat and the trees. Rage tamed-not-gone, life and passion stoked. They'd laid the baby in her crib and gone to their room.
Let's not blame young people for what happens under the impossible pull of Luna's fullest and nearest swell.
July 18th, 2014
Family left at home, back on The Homestead, Lola was finishing up her first actual job. Hair tied back, sweat slick on her forehead and shoulders, she stood in the fenced back yard of some $500k house in Boulder. A couple in their fifties had called her and set up the first project that she'd scheduled. A small couple of gardens now occupied a quarter of their yard, easily navigated and well marked. A rainwater barrel was now built into the bottom of gutters, which she'd cleaned out for good measure.
She came home with her first check and a bloom of self-sufficient pride.
As it turns out, the Homestead didn't fall apart while she was gone, and working for human money wasn't so terrible after all.