An unveiling of artifacts

The Tale of the Librarian's Fifth Wife is collection of moments, an assemblage of events, a bread basket of words, a swap meet of scraps left behind from a beautiful romance that will help clue you in to the real deal, to the life of two star crossed lovers that has already been lived and left behind. For the moment, anyway.


Our lives lie scattered over several states and a half a case worth of decades. It's not so much a want as a need to do this, to gather together the splinters and the shards of our times and share them here with you. Those bits and pieces of flotsam and jetsam found below in this winsome log are the bits and pieces of our times, a smattering of the trinkets of the love that Jane and I gathered up over the course of five long hard years. How they come to you now is in a story of sorts, a type of autobiographical fiction, with images cadged from places other than our satchel. Give it time, photos, sepia, wrinkled, pocket worn, are yet to come.


So, what else is there to do but get out that cobbled together blanket of dreams from the back of the car, spread it out under the branches of our favorite green and noble Oregon Maple tree that we both loved and share these words and tales of those long ago times with you. It was a wonderful time. Sit a spell, grab your spectacles and come ride along with us for awhile.

Love, Jane, the Professora and Roger, the Wild Half Mexican Boy



Saturday, May 19, 2012

A stumbling upon you


One of the things I always wished for you has happened, it seems. You are now a librarian, as these things seem to go for places like schools that have a need for someone to run their libraries. You got the title, got to avoid that schooling, get to be in a place that offers summers off, that is safe and I am sure, sanctioned. Very cool, happy for you, all that.

Stumbled upon you and your title on Google. Just typed your name and there you were. It would have taken a bit of time ferreting out the real you had I not been specific, but then again, that’s what a real librarian does. Takes a question and then seeks out an answer.

So, I sent you a ten word message, wishing you well, sending hopes for a fine summer. I will leave it at that, not go further, letting the dogs that have been snoozing lie. I am sure it will be enough just to see my name show up in your email box unbidden. No matter, that’s what a delete key is for. I have no expectations, no desires, no wishes to hear from you, converse further. Just the process of sending off that simple salutation cleansed my bowels. A man can only stand to lose so much while doing duty on the bus.

But the stories I could tell, my dear, are long and immediate in their telling. I could tell you that I applied to, phone interviewed with and have been requested to come hither to talk some more by the Mendocino County Library. It seems I am in the running for branch manager in Fort Bragg. An interesting thing.
Then there is my oldest. His first year of college is done and over with. Good grades, a good experience, three or four more to go. Nate got his ears pierced, caused havoc but that seems to have passed. Sophia had a stellar time at her dance recital. Thomas is advancing in Tae Kwon Do and is doing just fabulous in school. The Estranged one was diagnosed with cancer and we are on the edge of our seats waiting to hear how we will be dealing with it.

I study that phrase of yours, “be brave like me”, almost every day, and every day I find new applications for it. I thought at first that it just applied to going back home, to being with the family, with sacrificing love for the greater good. I attempted that years ago and it didn’t work then, least ways not in the way that your approach to the task did. I was brave, but took a different tack. I went head to head with love, with the Estranged One, with the powers that be and was found wanting. I lost a house, a job, a wife, time, but I somehow managed to keep my body and soul together and find my way back to sane, to gainful employment, to a form of détente that has allowed for me and TEO to find a way to talk, to live, to deal with the kids together. And while it may not be love under the same roof we are a team, an across town team, mind you, but two folks who respect and admire each other.

Somehow I found bravery in good deeds, in being present, in allowing for grace and goodness to lead the dance. Instead of fighting I have found that diplomacy rules. Instead of seeking my own way in the world I have decided that just being here in good enough. Instead of finding a replacement for you I found that I am good learning to live on my own, and in turn, finding that being alone is not lonely, just another state of being. 

For the first time I am good with it and with that I have found that I am less prone to moodiness, loneliness and bother. I like leaving the bother behind.
I wrote you today, not to worry you, to make you sad, to turn you life upside down but to let you know that I am alive. I couldn’t say anything more and frankly, I don’t want to know much more than that about you. 

Let me know if you are well, kiddo, that’s all I want. That and for you and yours to continue to have a good life.

Be good, have a great summer and may happiness color your world.

Your WHMB