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Welcome to our world. WhimsyWitty (aka my_cuppa_tea) and WinnieWise (aka ashleyshea) are major Gilmore Girls fans. We are also dabbling writers. So we've decided to create our own fictional small town -- Rainbow Village. We will create our own quirky characters and situations -- sometimes based off of people and events in our lives, sometimes created in our own imaginations.

You may join this community for the purpose of keeping track of our story and to comment. At this time, no one is allowed to post other than Whimsy and Winnie. As we set the stage and get our own characters firmly into place, we may allow others to join us on this collaborative writing adventure.
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Jun. 26th, 2005 @ 01:33 pm Oy with the poodles already!
Heavens to Mergatroid, Winnie, what WERE we thinking? I'm so sorry I was the one who got us into this whole mess. It seemed like a perfectly good idea at the time. Afterall, it was in George's best interests.

However, what seems to have been overlooked by EVERYone, including myself, is that it was certainly NOT in our best interests!!! We have had to face much griping and ingratitude, and I am just about sick to death of it.

That wheelchair is just too darn heavy for me to be totin' around everywhere. I'll do it one more week, and then George has to make some phone calls and find a different way of getting to and from doctor's appointments and such.

And the next time I go to the market to pick up his rather extensive list of requested items, HE is going with me. He will also be the one to call in his meds when they need to be renewed AND pay for them. We're not going to be responsible for him financially. We've already spent far more than we should have. I wouldn't mind so much if he were grateful, but to come home on a very hot day after picking out his bed to be greeted with his look of disgust and anger because HE'S a man and HE didn't get to pick out what HE wanted, well, I've just had enough.

Well, I suppose it's best to put it behind us. He's so cotton-pickin worried about hurting his other foot---he can put a pillow or a bolster at the bottom of the bed for mercy sake! Sleeping on the floor....well, I never in my life have been slapped in the face with such ungraciousness!! He can't get up and down from the floor! But I would like to see him try.

We're not sending the bed back for any reason at'all! It's a darn good bed. If he doesn't like it and he whines, he can pay to buy a new one, including having it delivered and set up, AND he can pay for storage rental and having someone pick it up and take it to the storage bin because I'll be darned if we are putting a perfectly good brand new bed down in our basement to just sit!

I guess until just this minute I hadn't realized what the undercurrent issue is that has been bothering me to no end--his lack of gratitude. His lack of recognizing the fact that this was in his best interests, but certainly not in ours.

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Jun. 25th, 2005 @ 11:47 pm The Emotional Straw
Current Mood: drainedemotionally drained
I believe in the adage -- "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." It doesn't mean I can do it, but I believe in it. Which means, I try to do it, but sometimes I, too, get caught up in the gossip train. Other times it is purely innocent. I just need to vent. If I don't take opportunities to vent, the proverbial last straw lands with a thunk on my shoulders and I lose it. Today was one of those days.

It's quite a stressful situation to take someone you know primarily as an acquaintance under your roof. I've never lived with a man, other than my brothers and my father. It's like I've taken a mail-order husband and I don't know what to do with him....but worse. I don't WANT to know what to do with him. Well, I guess it's not that bad. I do want to help poor George, but I feel I'm inadequate at the task. I'm a good caregiver when it comes to pets and to the female variety of the human species. I just don't know what to do with men. They are a whole other story. Pets are so much easier to understand, even without being able to communicate in English.

Today was one of those days when I should have just vented in some way right when the day began. It's been building for days. I should have just written myself a letter and thrown it away. It would have served its purpose and then I wouldn't have been such an emotional mess.

It was such a simple thing. George asked how long the mattress was on the day bed we bought today for him. A simple question that I answered through gritted teeth as I cleaned diarrhea from the carpet. Oh! This wasn't George's diarrhea. Oh, God no! It was from my elderly dog, Tinker. After doing my best to answer George's concerns about the day bed, and after cleaning up Tinker and her mess, I went to my bathroom and dissolved into a puddle of tears as I sank down onto the toilet.

I didn't mean to cry. It seemed so ridiculous at the time. But that proverbial, emotional straw wouldn't let me do anything else. So much was building up. For months we have been dealing with Tinker and her sickness. We can't seem to figure out what is wrong with her. Two courses of antibiotics, ultrasounds, urinalisis, lung x-ray, and loads of worries later, we are no closer to finding an answer. The third course of antibiotics is giving her diarrhea. After talking with the vet it was agreed to stop the antibiotics, give her a bit of Kaopectate and any food we could get her to eat, and start again on Monday.

If it was just Tinker, I could handle it. She's an old dog. I know she doesn't have much life left in her. I'm just trying to make her last days as comfortable as possible. And, if there's anything I can do to get rid of what ails her, I want to do it, within reason. But Tinker isn't my only problem.

In all the shuffle of people and possessions and such this week, I've lost a check...a work check...worth a good amount of money. I've been searching the house this weekend trying to find it. I asked George if he could look in his things, but he took it as an insult. He thought I was implying that he would take something from me. That wasn't it at all. I just knew I had the check sitting on a chair near his things right after I got it in the mail. It could have dropped into his things when one of the cats hopped up on the chair. He couldn't, and still doesn't, understand why I would think he had my check.

Then, there's the day bed. We need a bed for George to sleep in. He's been camping out on the couch since he's got here. That leaves not much privacy for George, much less, me and Whimsy. We've been working on clearing out an extra bedroom for him. The next step was to buy a bed. I didn't think George felt up to getting out, going to a furniture stores, and testing out bed. I'd asked him what firmness he liked and I had a pretty good idea of what he wanted in a bed, so Whimsy and I went shopping today. We found a bed that we thought was perfect. The mattress isn't too hard, yet not too soft. It should be easy enough to get up from, especially since its height is adjustable. The day bed frame has metal bars on three sides which will give George something to help pull himself up. Plus, he can bank up pillows against the sides and may be able to sit up comfortably in bed. At each corner, there's a wooden finial that is good and sturdy that will help George get up from bed.

While it seemed perfect for George, it also seemed perfect for Whimsy and me. We'd been shopping around for a day bed for that room a while ago. We want it to be a guest room/library at some time. Right now it can be strictly George's room. But, when he leaves, we'll be able to convert it back to a guest room/library easier with a day bed than with a regular bed. Win-win situation! It can't get any better than that.

Until you go home and face someone with entirely different expectations. George wasn't keen about a day bed in the least. I know he must not have been feeling well, but he wouldn't let me finish describing it. He was just immediately against the whole thing. After putting so much thought, concern, and compassion into the decision...and, of course, a chunk of cash, it was a bit hard to come home to a not-so-warm reception. I let it slide, or so I thought I did at the time.

It was just the darn questions later that hit me like a slap in the face. I tried to assure George that the bed was as long as a standard, single bed. He had nothing to worry about. He would have plenty of room. Honestly, I think his picture of a day bed is quite a bit off from what this actually looks like, but he's not one for details...unless it is in his own stories. Then he can go on and on for details and minutea and trivia till the cows come home.

After sopping up my bucket of tears, collecting myself, and returning to my home office to get a bit of work done, George came to me to apologize. He didn't mean to hurt me. I knew he didn't, but that didn't change anything. The bed wasn't even in the door yet and it stood as a separation. George, in tears, said we may find him sleeping on the floor. The poor fool thinks he's going to somehow hurt his good leg in this day bed. I don't know how...I really don't. But he's so afraid....afraid of something he hasn't even seen and won't let me describe. I tried once again to describe it but he just glazed over.

I can't believe how fear can strike in people some time. They get something set in their mind and they are SURE it's one way when it really is the other. Well, I get that way sometimes myself, but not over a silly old bed. I assured George that we have a satisfaction guarantee on the bed and if he doesn't like it, we can return it within 45 days.

I really doubt he will have any problems with the bed. I think it's just fear of the unknown. But, if he does, I'm not sure what I'll do. I want that day bed for our future guest room/library. Maybe I'll just take it down, put it in storage, and have George go buy his own bed. Maybe that will make him happy. Or, maybe we could get someone to move his bed from his house to our house....and back again when George is able to take care of himself. I don't know. I just never thought something as simple as a bed could cause such a ruckus!
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Jun. 21st, 2005 @ 10:09 am The World Keeps Spinning
Current Mood: determineddetermined
What a busy weekend! The town put on a quite a celebration for all the fathers who live here. There was a picnic on the town square with a polka band playing for hours on the grandstand. The town paid Mrs. Flowers at Rainbow Bakery to make a cake in the shape of a hammer. A little bit of cake with a little bit of town punch and toe-tappin' music is all it takes to get the people of Rainbow Valley out and about.

I was going to take George to the grand event, but he wasn't feeling much up to it and said he really shouldn't go since he wasn't a father. I didn't push him because I'm well aware of his hermit ways. I figured Whimsy and I could go and give him some time to be on his own.

I was pleasantly surprised by the restraint of the residents of Rainbow Village. No one asked Whimsy or I any rude questions. A few asked how George was doing, which I didn't mind answering at all. I suggested to some that they give him a call, that he would appreciate talking with them. That would sure give us a break. For a man with tendences to be a hermit, he sure can talk your ear off. Maybe that's why his neighbors always saw him at his kitchen table talking on the phone. Even though he enjoyed being alone, he also enjoyed company -- as long as he could control it.

We've made headway on getting George his own bedroom. It's just going to take a bit longer to clear out the room and buy a bed. I start to worry a bit about how far we can stretch our finances, but I know that giving always brings something in return. I know that we will make it. Nothing bad can come of giving from your heart. Besides, as soon as George starts receiving assistance, some of that money will come to us. It's just going to take a little time.

We have another outting planned for today. George has his first doctor's appointment since he's been here. It'll be good to get him out. I hope the sunshine and familiar faces and places will cheer him up a bit. And maybe the doctor will have good news for him.
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Jun. 20th, 2005 @ 09:27 am A New Resident
Current Mood: determineddetermined
George moved in Friday night. By the time we got him here, he was exhausted, poor thing, and went to bed. Even though it's only been 2 days, it has already been an adventure. Who would have thought that a standard bathroom doorway wouldn't be made wide enough for a standard wheelchair?? We've gotten this one figured out, but it was just another problem to solve.

The rest of the town has started the whispering I knew it would. Everyone wants to know why George has moved in with us. That's his business to tell if he wants to tell. I have only made it into town a couple of times to get medicine and groceries and I was able to dodge the questions. I hope by the time I go out again, the town will have come up with their own answers and leave me alone.

Bessie has been calling. Thank God for Caller-ID! I'm not one for going with every little feature and gadget they have for phones these days, but Caller-ID is sure a life saver when you have a gossiper like Bessie around. I just don't answer the phone when she calls. I know no good will come of it.

George has started to call a few friends to let them know he's doing ok. I don't want to intrude on his conversations, but I keep listening to see if he'll call Ben. While I'm not into gossip, I can't control my curiosity sometimes. It's probably better that I don't hear George talking with Ben because I would only want to ask a million questions and I would have a really hard time keeping my mouth shut.

Well, I'm hearing George rustle. It's time to get him some breakfast. I still haven't rearranged the kitchen shelves so that he can reach the things he'd mostlikely want. Maybe I'll get that done today.
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Jun. 15th, 2005 @ 11:37 pm George is coming home!
Current Mood: busybusy
I went to visit George last week. He'd been transfered to a rehab center where they could help him build up his upper body strength and get him ready to take care of himself. I'm awfully proud of him. He's coming along so well they will be releasing him in a few days.

I guess Whimsy and I have gotten quite a reputation for nursing strays back to health. George surprised me during my visit and asked if he could come and stay with Whimsey and I for a while. Seems he'll be wheel-chair bound for a bit longer until he builds up his stamina. Then he'll be on a walker. He needs someone around to help him with a normal routine. Once he's up to it, he'll have to go back to school and learn a new trade. No more delivering for UPS for George. He won't be able to renew his license between his diabetes and having one leg missing.

Staying with us is probably the best move for George, after I thought over his options, though it will also be a big change for him, too. He can't go into hermit mode very well with Whimsy and I buzzin' around. I think interacting with us will do him good, and I good, too. It'll be nice to have a new guest. Plus Whimsy knows a lot about diabetes, being borderline diabetic herself for so many years. We can help him keep on top of a good eating plan. We also can get him interested in all sorts of things for his new career. We're always hatchin' a dream or scheme of one sort or another.

I guess George's family just isn't all that resourceful. They live in small towns (not that we don't!) that just don't have much to offer. While Rainbow Village is small, it's not far from City Dunes where you can find anything under the sun. George's mother...while I don't like to gossip....sounds like she's about to go off the deep end herself. She has a hard enough time taking care of herself and keeping her marriage intact. Taking care of a 50-year-old son is not something she has the emotional strength to do right now. Then there's George's brother. He's on the road most of the time as a truck driver home mostly just on the weekends. While his wife is pleasant enough, she's not the caregiver type.

I guess George got to thinking about all this...that's one thing he's had a lot of time to do -- think. So I'm not surprised he didn't ask family to take him in. Oh, the Lord only knows why he picked me and Whimsy. All I know is, we have the space, we have the energy, we have the love....so why not?

We've been a bit in a scramble ever since he asked. There's so much to do. We finally found a wheelchair ramp today so George can get in and out of the house. We are getting a room ready for him -- clearing out some of our stuff that really had been sitting around for too long anyway. We still need to get him a bed, but he's agreed he can sleep on the couch until a bed finds its way cross our threshold. You know, I guess it is sort of like preparing for a baby. Instead of baby-proofing the house, Whimsy and I have been wheelchair proofing the house. We rearranged the furniture in the living room today to make it easier for a wheelchair to get through and for George to transfer from his wheelchair onto the chaise lounge. Now to make sure he has a clear shot to the bathroom and a place to put his toiletries and the first level of readiness will be done. When he gets here we'll have to find new places for things he'll want to be in reach. And, of course, get his room settled. I guess it'll all happen in due time and me frettin' over it won't make it happen any faster.

Time for me to head to bed. Tomorrow will be a day of waiting and planning. George could be released as early as tomorrow, but they aren't quite sure yet. In the mean time, we'll be "primpin'" the house to make it more accomodating. Oh, what an excellent adventure we are about to embark on!
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Jun. 5th, 2005 @ 04:28 pm George and Ben
Current Mood: nervousConcerned
Whimsy, did you know that George and Ben were close friends? I think George is the only one who knew Ben didn't live in Rainbow Falls because he was the only one who had Ben's phone number.

It was right around voting time that George got scarce again. When he came out to vote, Mrs. Miller happened to chat with George and George let it slip that he had spoken with Ben on the phone just the night before. At that time, no one was concerned about Ben not showing up. They weren't even concerned how he would vote since they were all sure Ben was voting with them. So, Mrs. Miller didn't give it a second thought and didn't even remember the comment until George was in the hospital.

Luckily, Mrs. Miller isn't one to gossip like ol' Bessie in Dysfunction Junction. If Bessie got wind of this and spread it like the wind, the people of Rainbow Valley would be lining up to visit George in the hospital just so they could ask him about Ben. Then again, maybe not. Sometimes I think the people of Rainbow Valley are too polite. Even though they are dieing to know what happened to Ben, and would want to know if George was still in contact with him, I think they wouldn't ask. They respect George's, and everyone else's, privacy.

Funny that it's that respect of privacy that almost killed George. When George goes missing for days, people wonder what's up with him, and if he's ok. Bessie has called him sometimes when he's being a hermit, no doubt to get some news to pass along the gossip chain. The way she tells it, friendly, loveable George is like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde. She claims George bites her head off when she calls. Since she makes sure everyone knows this, no one calls to check in on George. They figure he just needs his space from time to time.

I certainly feel bad that I didn't call or visit to check up on George. Everyone needs somebody, I don't care if you are a hermit or not. If he didn't want to talk, that would have been fine with me, as long as he was ok. He worries me when he becomes the hermit. Maybe we'll find out more about George as he recovers.

I certainly hope he comes back to Rainbow Valley. I know everyone will miss him if he has to live with someone. And I know that will put another dent in his battered spirit. He enjoys being independent. He hates to think himself a burden on anyone, even if the burden is as simple as calling him on the phone.

Maybe I'll just have to make him a card and hand deliver it to that fancy hospital in the city. Maybe George would like to see a friendly face. If he's not up for a visit, I'm sure it'll warm his heart to know that we are thinking about him.
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Jun. 5th, 2005 @ 10:09 am What about that George?
Current Mood: distresseddistressed
Well, Winnie dear, that ol' crazy Ben sure was crazy, but what about what happened here in our own back yard just 2 weeks ago?

Now George is a good man. He's sweet and kind, and so thoughtful. In fact, he puts everyone before himself, too much so if you ask me. I'll never understand why he didn't go to the doctor and take care of that foot when it first started bothering him. It had to be months and months ago! I don't know where his head was that he thought it would get better on its own. My goodness! EVERYONE knows gangrene doesn't heal up and go away!

And as kind and thoughtful as he is, some days he's just the gaddabout town fella, and other days he just holes up in his house and doesn't open that door for anyone, not even the postman. So it wasn't unusual to not see him for a few days at a time. And he won't let anybody into that house of his...Lord only knows what it looks like in there in that bachelor's hole! He seems so intelligent, almost professorly, yet I just can't understand his not taking care of that foot, and living so hermit-like at times when he's such a friendly sort so often.

He often took to calling various folks around town, mostly shut ins who couldn't get out and about much, sometimes just to tell a joke and cheer them up. If we had only known how much cheering up he needed for himself.

It was quite a shock to the whole town when Greg, his neighbor, found him unconscious and called 9-1-1. That George almost didn't make it. He laid there in ICU on the edge of life and death for a whole week. We really didn't think he was going to pull through. No one realized, of course, that George hasn't really been taking care of himself for a very long time, and while he's not happy about his amputation, he's just going to have to learn how to deal with it.

He's still in the hospital, but I hear talk of his going to rehab over at that out of town rehab center. I don't know if he's going to get to move back to our good town later, or if he'll have to go stay with some of his relatives over in Dysfunction Junction. His house sure won't fetch much money. Lot of cleaning up to do over there, I hear tell.

He certainly caused quite a ruckus and a fuss, and even though he's a bit eccentric, the whole town breathed a collective sigh of relief when he turned that corner last Sunday and woke up. I know he's getting good medical care, but it's that man's crazy mind I'm a bit worried about. I just hope he gets all the help he needs.
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Jun. 4th, 2005 @ 07:59 pm It All Started When . . .
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
It all started when that crazy man started showing up at town gatherings. Oh, he looked like he would fit right in with the rest of us in Rainbow Valley, so people took to him immediately, not knowing that he wasn't a resident of Rainbow Valley. Now, don't get me wrong. We aren't the kind of people who are prejudice. We don't care where you live, where you came from, what you or your parents do for a living. That's just not important. What is important is who you are, deep inside.

I don't know why this lunatic started attending town meetings and such when he didn't live here. Maybe he was hoping to move here one day. Or build a business here. Whatever the reason, we may never find out. But it doesn't matter now. He's already come and gone and left a mark on our town.

Oh! Mind my manners. I just launched into telling about ol' crazy Ben and forgot to introduce myself. I'm Winifred Wise. Friends call me Winnie. And, yes, I do love Winnie the Pooh. He was "born" around the time I was. I grew up loving his chubby face and feeling as if I had one friend in the world -- a friend who understood that it was perfectly natural to be plump and to feel that the only good reason for exercise is to be able to have more food.

Now, let's get back to Ben. Ben was one of those types of folks who can blend in with any group. He didn't have a judgemental bone in his body. He just went with the flow. We like those kinds of people around here, so he fit it very well...almost too well. That's what made me a little worrisome about Ben. I'd never met someone like him, someone who was willing to go along with EVERYTHING. I mean, something comes up to rub you wrong at least every once in a while. Not with Ben. No matter what was discussed, he was all for it...until the day the town was split.

I am on the planning committee for the annual Artist Studio Tour. Artists sign up to have their studio open for visitors. Their homes are put on a map and visitors drive from studio to studio to see what our local artists have to offer. Planning for it is pretty routine each year. We have it down to a science. Any artist that wants to sign up is welcome to be a part of the event...until this year. A new artist moved into town in the previous year and she signed up for the event. When artists sign up they include a description of their art for us to include with the map. Well, let's just say that some town folk thought Sally's Sensual Somethings were a bit over the edge from art into pornography. It came down to a town vote. Since the town seemed fairly evenly split, everyone ran to Ben hoping to get him on their side. He sided with both groups agreeing with their reasons for why they did or didn't want to include Sally in the Artist Studio Tour.

It came to the day of the vote. Everyone was sure their side would win because they had Ben's vote. As with any serious vote, residents show their license to prove they live in Rainbow Valley. Ben knew this. And that's probably why we never saw his face all day. Everyone kept asking if Ben had voted yet, and the answer was always, "I haven't seen him yet today." Voting closed and Ben still had not been seen.

The town elders tallied the vote. Sure enough, the voting was split with 50% of the residents wanting to include Sally's studio in the tour and 50% not wanting her wares shown. Everyone wondered what had happened to Ben. He would have decided the election. People from both sides of the issue argued for weeks that their side would have won if only Ben voted because he promised them his vote. It took a while for the dust to settle and for people to realize that Ben had promised his vote to both groups.

Ben hasn't been seen since the day before the Sally Sensual Somethings vote. And, let me tell you he will receive quite a tongue lashing from almost any resident he meets if he dare show his face again. The people of Rainbow Village, if they despise anything at all is lies.

The town elders were forced to make the final decision. In an attempt to show concern for both sides, they decided to include Sally in the tour, but made sure that the description of the studio was clear that Sally's studio may not be appropriate for children.

Several weeks after the Artist Studio Tour, one resident of Rainbow Valley DID see Ben, but not close enough to give him a stern talking to. She saw him driving a beat up VW van with license plates for the state of California, not Washington. It was the first time anyone had seen him with a vehicle. He always walked to town events, which is why we all assumed he lived here. Maybe he did and he just moved without letting anyone know. Or maybe he was just a transient guest. I don't know, and I guess we'll never know, unless Ben decides to cross our path again.
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Jun. 4th, 2005 @ 01:03 pm Intro
Current Mood: creativefresh
Welcome to our world. Soon, before your very eyes, a small town will rise up on these pages. Rainbow Village, an artistic community, will be filled with eclectic characters with backgrounds as diverse as, well, the colors of the rainbow.

While Rainbow Village may be a happy, sleepy little town, the residents get stirred up a plenty by the residents of a neighboring town -- Dysfunction Junction. When worlds clash, residents in both communities struggle to find their way back to balance and probably learn a lesson or two along the road.

Stay tuned for interesting adventures in Rainbow Village.
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