The Dorainars, Chapter the Sixth Hello. My name is Thistle Dorainar, and this is my blog, Thistle Down the Wind. You might wonder how it is that we can have blogs, with so much other technological stuff not working any more, but I guess they were set up to last forever. I can record as much as I want; whether anyone will read it, I don't know.
Blog 1. So, the first thing I want to blog about is playing pranks. If you're shy and a loner and eccentric and clumsy, why wouldn't you put hair dye in the shower? Oh, and I forgot to mention fat and ugly. Even the Watcher says I look like a grumpy hippopotamus. Well, let me tell you something, Watcher -- the hippopotamus kills more people than lions do.
Blog 2. Of course, my mother gave me a time-out when she saw me doing that. My mother doesn't understand because she's always been beautiful. Even though she's an elder now, she's still pretty enough that she doesn't mind looking at herself in the mirror.
Blog 3. The other person who keeps hogging the mirror is Colin, my husband-to-be. He's older than I am and is going through a mid-life crisis. Honestly, Colin, even with wrinkles you're still much better-looking than I'll ever be. Get over it!
Blog 4. I inherited my skin and hair color from my mother, but my features and weight from my Dad. He's not too swift these days, but he still remembers to water the plants occasionally.
Blog 5. This is me right after I had my birthday. Mom always said that I might "grow into" my features, and that I would probably be quite attractive when I got older. Well, I'm older now, and I don't think attractiveness is going to happen.
Especially not when I don't have any choice about what to wear. I mean, really. This is my nightwear.
Colin is nearly finished with his lifetime wish. He's completed the logic part and just has to get a 10 in handiness. Then he'll be able to add another feature to our extremely limited lives. I'm trying to persuade him to pick the option that allows us to have dressers and use the mirror to change our hairstyles.
Blog 5. Graduation was today, and everyone came to see me get my diploma. I didn't make valedictorian, probably because I spent most of my time at school locked in the girls' room rather than going to class. My loving classmates voted me "Most likely to never leave the house." Why would I want to?
Anyway, when I became a young adult, I added another trait, that of supernatural skeptic. And I want to say right now that elves are not supernatural beings. We're 100 percent natural. I have nothing in common with witches, vampires, mummies, werewolves, Simbots, mermaids, genies, or fairies. I hope never to see a unicorn or be abducted by an alien, and if we ever get plumbots, I'm not having one in the house. End of rant. Oh, and my lifetime wish is to become a Blog Artist.
Blog 6. Time for romance! As soon as we got home, Colin started wooing me. First he gave me flowers. (Really, purple? You've lived with me all this time, and you don't know my favorite color is white?)
Well, I just had to attack him with a pillow.
Colin fought back, and pretty soon we were ready to move on to stuff like holding hands and kissing. I was the one who had to propose, to keep the Dorainar name, but I was still afraid he might say no. Dad was there as a witness, but I'm not sure he really understood what was going on.
As soon as we got married, we settled down to the task of trying for baby.
Blog 7. Yeah, I know. The last thing anyone wants to look at is me vomiting, but I bet this blog is going to go viral.
Colin went into panic mode as soon as I went into labor, but I told him to calm down. He couldn't take me to the hospital -- it's still overflowing with people suffering from the Blight. I suggested he go and upgrade the shower or something.
But it would have been nice if someone could have given me some pain pills.
Mom wasn't around -- she was too busy sliding down the spiral stairs. I was never allowed to do that, not even when I was a kid. They said it was because I was so clumsy that they were afraid I might hurt myself, but I'm pretty sure they were also afraid that I'd break the railing.
Finally, my daughter Elspeth made her appearance. She's evil and artistic.
Blog 8. We didn't know whether Elspeth would inherit my ears or Colin's, so we tried for baby again. Neither of us wanted to wait in case the romance went out of our marriage. After a little while, Deirdre joined the family.
Elspeth did get pointy ears, but the Blight seems to have made her bald. Colin has promised to fix things so that we can get her some hair. It's too soon to tell whether she inherited my features or his, but I fear the worst. At least she is cute now.
She is also intelligent and didn't take long to learn how to walk.
Meanwhile, Mom has been having fun with the toybox, and Dad is still going strong even though he's 95!