The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 97
Ello, or rather a clique within Ello, (Juliette and I were peripherally “in,” I guess, but uninvolved and uninspired, usually), had begun encouraging Monday posting events. The inner circle developed a theme, guidlines, suggestions, examples, and people desperate to express their upbeat, each moment filled to overflowing, going places lifestyles would smile, dress, pose, and try and bullshit their way into meeting a connection who really WAS that way.
This week’s theme: Backyard. Or the place you consider your backyard. Why you like it, what you do there, so on.
So I complied with the why’s and what’s and who’s and in a single, side by side post included two photos. One was a panoramic shot of Joshua Tree National Park from atop a boulder near Ryan campground—a still from my film. The other, a shot of Candy and myself during a break, same location, me in foreground.
It was the first time Juliette commented on anything I’d posted since my return to Ello a week earlier: “Wow. Pretty wonderful,” she wrote.
Me: And magical. You’re invited, you know.
Juliette: Uh, I don’t think we’re talking about the same photo.
NO! No no no no no no no no no.
Bullshit. Not again.
Huh uh. Not happening.
I guess I do look pretty cool in that shot.
Leave me alone.
Following her second comment she included a link to her post on the same theme. I clicked. A selfie of her in her backyard, doing her thing, wearing the same ankle-length, rayon mix, batik print skirt she wore in the Enchanted Realm.