For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
There we were at this small cemetery, kneeling by 2 graves. We had come here to where Kat and Jennifer were buried, hoping I might remember something that would bring my memory back. But I could remember nothing about either one of them. “I guess it is time to go,” I said, “if you girls will help me get up.” “Someone is here to see you Steve,” said Crystal. I got up and turned around.
There was a man dressed in a nice suit, wearing dark glasses. Meow,meow.=It human Carver. We went over to him standing under a pine tree. “You look so different Carver,” I said, “but Muffin recognized you right away.” “That makes sense,” he said with a chuckle. “How did you find us?” I asked. “Simple, I stopped at the chateau first and asked,” he said, “but it seems to me you should have more protection with you, no offence ladies.”
“They are good protection,” I said, “man under maple tree to my left.” Crystal, Kristina and Carver all grabbed their guns and aimed at the tree. “Okay,” he said, “you beat me that time, but it was close.” The girls chuckled this time. “Do you think a guy like me can change Steve?” asked Carver. “Sure, if you really want to,” I said, “that is what you need, a desire to change.”
“Yeah, I got that,” he said, “the old Carver is finished now, I want to get back to a normal kind of life, on the right side of the law now. Any chance of working for you?” “Well, Rock is now in charge of the Investigators,” I said, “until, or if, I get my memory back.” “He is doing good,” said Crystal, “he can now remember clearly back to the time at the cabin when he lost his memory.”
“Yes, that is a great start,” said Kristina, “he just does not think so.” “Patience is the key Steve,” he said, “that is something I learned in my previous business.” “Would it not be dangerous for you now,” I said, “considering everything, I imagine there are people who would like to kill you.” “Yeah, lots of people,” he said, “so I talked things over with the Major and Victor and they have put out the news that Carver is dead, that he died in Canada.
Major also said that you can give people a new identity if they join your team. I am not asking for favors, Carver is finished no matter what, even if you say no.” “Well, you have my support,” I said, “but it is up to Rock and Baldwin now.” The girls also said he had their support as well. The cats said so too. Next we went to see Baldwin, and Rock was there too, which was perfect.
Baldwin called Annelie and said to start working on a new identity for Carver, right from the time he was born. Rock said he still had to pass the tests and they went to work on that right away. Oddly, I was able to remember a few things about Crystal and Kristina from before, yet nothing about Sky. Except one thing.
The first time we watched the video of our wedding and we got to the part where I said my vows to her, something I had written myself, I began to say them again and Sky paused the video and we looked at each other until I was finished. She was crying by the time I was finished speaking. So were all the other girls for some reason. But that is all I could remember of our wedding. Sky said it was enough.
Both Sky and Sigurbjorn are doing well now and back home again. So is MC. It has been a month and I have had my second dose of my medication. I was only given a half dose the first time, and again this time. That was suggested by the doctor who worked on this antidote in the first place with Chung. Oddly, I remember some things about Chung as well. But otherwise, my memory is not coming back.
So I may need to just start over again, which seems okay to me. Our newest team member, Logan Macallister, or Mac as we usually call him, is doing well with the team and passed his tests very nicely. Rock thinks I should take the leader position again since I do not have any memory problems with the present. For now, though, I was made the second leader.
Sky and I are heading out to a nice quiet resort for our honeymoon, Muffin and MC are coming too, plus 6 of the girls as guards. It was a beautiful resort on a tropical island. A great place to relax. But on our first night we heard this strange ringing sound, which kept us awake for an hour…
To Be Continued.
©2023 Steve McLeod.
Good morning and Happy Saturday everyone! Grab a cup of coffee and join us for a visit! It is another cold morning, with a temperature of 5F (-15C), and it is still windy, making it feel like -10F (-23C). However, the sun is shining brilliantly this morning making it feel much nicer even if it still feels cold. Not many birds around this morning, though all the chickadees, nuthatches and redpolls seem to be here.
I did see a Hairy woodpecker as well. And one female Evening grosbeak. Oddly I have not seen any blue jays yet this morning. I am still looking for spring. I know it is coming, when, is the question. I am showing more pics of the little Boreal chickadees on my hand today. I know that I have been showing a lot lately, but it is so cool and truly does show solitude and my Saturday post usually focuses on solitude. More so in the summer months though.

This is Carine, perhaps trying to figure out what I am.
Speaking of Muffin. She has finally cooperated in picking the winner for the name of our chickadee. And the name is…Bentley! Unfortunately she was quicker than me this time so there are no photos to go along with this one. Sigh. There are a lot of the Black-capped chickadees coming to my hand now, and they are rather difficult to tell apart. So, I will just call the males Bentley and the females Bridgette. Makes it simpler that way.

This one is Chloe.
I had another interesting visitor to my feeder the other day, a Pileated woodpecker! They are large, about the size of a crow, and this is the first time I have had one at my feeder since 1986. It was a male and I think he liked the loud, hollow sound of drumming on the feeder. That is what attracted my attention to look out the window.
Unfortunately there was no way to get his picture without going outside and when I tried, he flew away. He has not been back since. That would make a very nice picture indeed. Woodpeckers like to drum, with their beaks, on loud, hollow objects, especially in the spring. That is when they look for mates, and also use it for marking their territories, letting other males know that a particular territory has already been claimed. He might be back.

This one is Benson, the wind kind of fluffed up the feathers on his head.
But my best hope for a picture would be if I was already outside when he showed up. Nice having him here though. That is solitude. We ended up with another 2 inches of snow yesterday. More is supposed to show up this coming week. Not much at least, so that is good. This time of year we want snow to melt. Oh well, eventually it will. The top featured image is a male Evening grosbeak. Have a wonderful weekend everyone and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
©2023 Steve McLeod.