Listen, and never discount a Vampire who wants to share art with you.

Some people do things oh so frustratingly slow, or weird, or just make me feel like nobody is listening (and I know they aren’t.)

On Thanksgiving I showed my great great great great Grandmama Lola a book to look at. It was an art book. I wanted her to see the artwork. So what does she do? She opens the cover and looks at the first page. Then she slowly turns the next three pages of publisher information. The she gets to the preface – you know those long introductions to art books that NOBODY reads, especially when someone wants you to look at some PICTURES. After she was into the first 15 pages, slowly turning them and not really reading them, wondering why I’d given her this book with so much text, I took the book. Then I opened it up to the start of the 175 pages that were in FULL COLOR of magnificent artwork.

She then slowly turned the pages, looking at all of the art, then proclaimed there were too many religious paintings. Did I mention this book was about Italian Renaissance art? It was.

I said nothing and put the book back on the shelf. My moment sharing Raphael and Michelangelo fell flat.

The whole week seemed to go like that. I was all but invisible wherever I went. Even among friends I was just there. My husband was there, but I was just a shadow most of the time. A few times I managed to make myself known before I was unseen again. Until a few nights ago when I finally found myself around kindred spirits.

When I was a child I was the quiet one. I would sit in corners, or curled in a large chair, and watch, and listen, and remember, and think about what the adults said. I always knew what everyone had done. I knew things children were not supposed to understand.  I also spent a lot of time with books, looking at pictures. I never get tired of art, be it a painting in a museum, or an illustration in a book. It could be an angel, or a landscape, or a diagram the ocean currents. Every image has a story, or a feeling, or something that came out of the head, the hands, the eyes, and the heart of someone else.

Lola is ancient, born in the Middle Ages, but she isn’t feeble minded, or out of touch. She just does things in a different way than I do. It is still damned annoying.

I was out with her recently and she insisted on lingering over her prey, excuse me, a donor. I clenched my fists, then quietly told her that we needed to get in and then get out fast. Unless you’re in a safe situation where you can linger comfortably for hours, you need to get what you need and get out. But noooooo, not Lola. She never listens to me, or any of my concerns. I swear I’m surprised she has lasted as long as she has. And yes, this is a Vampire blog. Why else would I be talking about what Lola does.

Anyway, don’t get between me and my art. Don’t make me feel unsafe or unwanted. And if you don’t listen to me, that is fine. I hear everything, and remember everything. And I still love you, for the most part.

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

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Losing your happy

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I had to bring the Elders back to my house for the next two days because of “issues” at their home.

I’d thought it would be a pleasant afternoon, but it wasn’t.

Eleora wasn’t her usually happy self. Tellias was moody.

They just sit. I speak. They answer like moody teens with monosyllabic mubblings.

Then they start to complain. Not about me, but about everything. I will not let them watch the debates tonight. That will make all of us grouchy.

Then they smile and thank me for letting them stay over.

Maybe it is just me today with plans made, that are now unmade.

“Did you get a tree up yet?”

“NO,” they say in unison. They say they have no friends so they won’t be putting up a tree. I tell them that they are being silly. Then they start to complain about my brother Val who lives with them part of the time.

I asked them about Val and they shrug.

“Where’d you lose your happy?”

They glare at me.

Ancient Vampires are a lot like ancient regular people.

Maybe it isn’t them. Maybe it is me. Maybe a little bit of both. Maybe we’re all just out of sorts. Maybe it is them. Maybe I just need to take a walk.

I look out the window hoping The Ghost is out there. No such luck. At least he would have been a distraction.

The cat comes in and they light up like Christmas trees. Oh the cat. Then Clara comes home from school. She is sixteen. They light up. Everyone is happy.

They’re tired of me. Sometimes I feel like the novelty wore off a hundred years ago.

I made a place on the couch between Eleora and Tellias and sat. I put a blanket over our legs and the cats began to pile on, purring and kneading with their paws.. Then we watched the debates and talked through it all. Maybe it was worth watching something that could be potentially weirder than three Vampires sitting on a couch in the light of a Christmas tree watching Republican Debates. I mean really, what could be weirder? OK I can think of a lot of things.

 

Then again, we’re all together. What could be better.

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

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