Evenflo play yard recalls

The flame warming her name
Through forests dark where shadows play. The Ronin stalks his prey love that's gone astray. Like the wind occasionally fracking leaves the Ronnin keeps scorched earthing memories. A haunting that echos eternally burning infernally entire forests from the trees.
A love that lingers deep inside A longing that refuses to subside
In whispers he recalls her flame In tear drops he befalls her name
His Armour worn his souls ghastly broken code. The Ronin walks over coals on this ghostly road.
With every step a memory stays behind. A bittersweet reminder of loves gaze in kind. A ache of longing sharp as a blade. A wound still bleeding that time won't fade.
In silence he remolds her face In violence he beholds her grace
Does his undying love leaves him a feeling corpse necromancer? It's a hard truth to shallow a voice mocks but a beautiful answer
He knows only his to blame For His roles in this holy game The Ronin walks with lonely shame Using the flame warming her name

My (26F) neighbors (30sM) and his two kids (10-13ishM) have been playing football in my front yard for as long as I can remember since my husband and I moved in two years ago. This always has made me uncomfortable because (1) they could knock a window, and we just spent 14k replacing all our windows and (2) I have two large garden beds in the front lawn that have sensitive flowers growing and I get nervous about the football hitting and knocking over my pots. There are many other grassy areas to play in that aren't my front lawn in the neighborhood (we live in a HOA townhome zoned community but all the homes are single family and detached from one another). They don't have a big front lawn in front of their own house, which is directly behind mine and our backyards share a fence, and they are my next door neighbors. But they do have a big grassy area out beside their house that isn't in anybody's front lawn. There is also a park with a ton of grassy area behind our neighborhood (less than a two minute walk) that is attached to the elementary school and available to play in outside of school hours (It's Sunday, btw)
I just went out and asked the dad and kids to play somewhere else because I'm nervous about them damaging the flower beds that I work really hard on or the new windows (by accident of course, ik they wouldn't do it on purpose, but they're kids, ya know? And i've seen them knock over my plants with a football before from the ring camera).
The dad asked "Can't we play in the grassy area here?" And I explained, no, it's my front lawn, and I'm nervous about property damage.
I feel like an asshole though.....
AITAH?

This is kind of an out-there idea, but I remember when playing a game (Wing Commander III if I recall) on a PlayStation and a later version on the PC, there were certain features that the PlayStation had that the computer version didn't.
I remember hearing somewhere that video gaming systems had better processing capabilities than a computer and this makes me wonder the following.

1. What areas do video gaming systems (i.e. PS1/2/3/4/5, XBox/XBox360/XBox1 etc) have an advantage over PC/Mac/Gaming computers of a given era?
   
2. What areas do they have a disadvantage?
   

i think it would be really cool if we could get a button to decline spells from teammates on us, like kotl recall or relocate. I am not talking about disabling help from teammates, but sometimes if you think it's a bad play you could be able to opt out, what do you guys think?

Is there any actual counterplay to someone that just runs away from you and takes shots when you can't hit them? They might not kill you but you sure as hell aren't killing them. The best I found was Katar for it's amazing chase down potential and golem arrows, but both were inconsistent, Katar has no answer to someone that has no intention of ever stopping and golem arrows can be dodged.
While farming golem arrows with TT on earlier today I got, as expected, invaded. While we buffed up I saw he was using a bow and as the fight began he just kinda ran away and took a potshot with a sleep arrow every time I whiffed an attack, eventually I swapped to Katar and icon shield to run the guy down with better but still whiffed the majority of my attacks. I did get one of those weird, noreg backstabs where it played the animation on him but dealt absolutely no damage and gave him iframes while I stood looking confused. If sleep ever built up, he'd softswap to an uchi and unsheath r2, which hurt but icon shield + blessed dew talisman prevented him from actually being able to do enough damage quickly to kill me.
What followed was an extended chase that took us from the lift of dectus through the lux ruins, back to the lift of dectus and up to the double tree Sentinels, appropriately clearing mobs as we went, with me swapping between Katar and greatbow depending on distance and him swapping between bow and greatbow. I ended up refilling my flasks like 10 times and he'd used all his flasks and dumplings before just disappearing while I learned the hard way that there's a fog wall behind the double tree sentinels. I considered turning the white ring on so he could kill a blue and get some flasks back but then I figured that because he was completely out of heals, he'd probably die.
The invasion kinda just became a game of hide and seek after that. The last place I saw him was by the runebear and after killing it, I went to pick up the amber starlight shard thinking he'd be in that little grove, but he wasn't. I went up to Wyndham ruins after seeing rainbow stones up by the junction, clearing out the encampment as I went. When I figured he was nowhere near there, I went down to the shaded castle, on the way seeing some rainbow stones left by the crabs but he was nowhere to be seen. Then as I was coming back through the crab pool, a rainbow arrow fell by me letting me know that he was, in fact, up by the 2nd church of Marika. When I got up there, he shot some rainbow arrows into the rocks, I dropped a rainbow stone and he jumped off the cliff. He was the real winner in the end, however. If you recall, the main reason I was in the area was to farm golem arrows and he not only prevented me from doing that for no exaggeration, an hour, he made me use all of my golem arrows in the fight.

Okay, I'm feeling weird about this and would like some outside opinions. It happened about an hour ago and I'm still upset.
I (32F) and my husband (30M) live in the basement half of my MIL's house. Husband takes care of Mom & Grandma (who also lives with us) full time; the house is set up so we have a separate entrance and all but it still connects up top, but we are fully in a basement/underground. I say all this to set up that we have ONLY the small basement windows as windows at all, and only a handful of them.
The space between our house and the one next door is filled by a teeny bit of side yard and their driveway. One of these windows is positioned by the driveway.
Today a kid from the house on the other side of this shared space neighbor was over playing in their driveway. Not a big deal, the kids do this a lot, ride bikes and whatever.
The issue started with the kid deciding to punch and kick this little privacy hedge bush thing that is planted next to where this window is. This upset our dog who barked which got his attention. He then got down on all fours to look in our window (I'm assuming to see the dog)... but wtf?
My husband went upstairs and outside to tell him to stop, the kid took off running for home before he got a word out because I'm fairly certain he knew he was doing something he shouldn't be (messing with our bush and peeping in our window). My husband just yelled "HEY!" really loudly to get his attention but the kid just kept running presumably home.
He came back inside and we ended up putting up a makeshift blind of sorts until we can get proper curtain rods installed, we have to drill into concrete to do it but yeah. I'm pissed. If your child is "too young to know better" why is he playing outside a few houses down unsupervised, and if he is old enough to know better wtf?
So potato fans of Charlotte, are we the assholes?

Hi there! Noobie here 😊
We bought our first house last fall, and we're finally tackling our big backyard this spring. The yard came with mostly (invasive) weeds and some turf spread throughout, and we've been digging it up to replace it with native flowers and bushes with a couple raised beds for herbs and veggies.
My question is regarding our walking path on which we'd like to plant a short (maybe 5" tall max) ground cover, and an 8'x10' area we're hoping to use to play yard games on - all without grass. Both areas get a mixture of full sun and part shade at different parts of the day.
What are some successful alternatives to grass that can stand up to heavier foot traffic (the path) and light/periodic foot traffic (yard game area) that you have tried? I can't get a clear answer in my research on creeping thyme, brass buttons, sedum, and the like on which will actually still thrive when walked on.
ETA: I live West Michigan in Zone 6a.

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I’m on these boards all the time usually dealing the advice but now I’m asking for it.
To set the scene: divorced almost two years, have two kids with my ex. She is still with her AP. I have been dating a woman for a while now, she’s met my kids (obviously), had a good relationship with them, etc.
Generally, at events where both I and my ex are attending, one of our kids is usually performing/playing and the other kid is sitting with us. As a result, we usually all just sit together (me, her, my gf, AP, and other kid) because like—I want to see my kid even if it isn’t my custody week, etc.
I’m coaching softball for my daughter (age 10) and my son (age 15) doesn’t go to every game.
Today it was just my ex and my gf while I was coaching and my gf didn’t choose to sit next to my ex. I found this fine, they’ve interacted but they don’t chat. My son wasn’t there (last week she sat with them because she wanted to see my son too). So, she sat a couple yards away and didn’t really interact until after the game.
My ex found this “disrepectful” of her and text me this. I told her that if I showed up to a game and it was just AP, I wouldn’t sit with them so I don’t really get why it would be disrespectful. That we all sit together when I and another kid are there, my girlfriend has no relationship with her.
But of course, now my girlfriend feels bad and that she maybe just “should have sat with her”
But I’m of the opinion that there is absolutely no need for this to happen. I was a child of divorce and like—my stepdad never just went and sat with my dad if my mom wasn’t there lol.
Me and my ex are very civil, our relationship together is fine. We communicate well. I feel like this is sufficient without acting like my girlfriend has to be buddy-buddy on her OWN with my ex and/or AP.
Just confirm to me that my ex is still a weirdo about this and just doing this because she wants a reason to not like my girlfriend.

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I believed in fairies as a kid. More than believed in them. I think something terrible happened to me, and I've just buried it until now.
Call me a typical emotion-bottling man, but I have never considered therapy. No matter what I went through, no matter how many times I thought to myself, verbatim, that I should talk to someone about this, I just never thought of it as an option. It simply wasn't on my roster. It was just one of those things that existed on a separate plane of existence than I was living in, never to cross paths or interact lest the universe collapse in on itself.
I have no problem with therapy, don't get me wrong. It isn't like I don't understand the overall appeal. I have plenty of friends who swear by it, swear it has helped them tremendously, including my wife. It just wasn't ever something I thought was in my cards.
"I just never really thought about it," I told Alice one evening, when she had brought the topic up once again after dinner.
There was a serene sense of peace wafting through the entire house that day, and I was feeling content. It was a Sunday, and swimming season, so we had dropped Emmie off that morning at the public pool for practice and gone straight to our favorite breakfast place. The rest of the day was filled with all the conversation that had built up over the week, all the topics we couldn't fully dig into with each other while babysitting our eight year old, and lounging, all crammed in between sporadic bursts of housework and paperwork we had to catch up on. It was the perfect day, in my humble opinion. It was a lovely moment of peace in the midst of a chaotic life, as is life with kids. And now the sounds of Mario Kart drifted in from the living room, Emmie's squeals cutting through the cheery music every now and then, causing Alice and I to share small smiles of acknowledgement.
Oh, to be a child again. Still a little drenched from a post-swimming shower, full of chili, eyes glowing with the reflection of a television screen.
"Well, maybe you should." My wife was scooping leftover chili into a Tupperware with a ladle. Her hair had been tied up like it was every day after dinner, as if she planned to run a marathon rather than do the cleaning up. She wasn't looking at me, dialed into the task at hand.
It's crazy how some parts of my memory could be so good, and others nonexistent.
I reached over from where I stood before the dishwasher, sliding my arm around her waist. She gave me a look, like, what?
"I just don't think it's for me, babe," I muttered, resting my mouth on her shoulder as if I was trying to skip her ears and speak right through her skin. "You know those things make me uncomfortable sometimes."
She let out a half groan, half sigh, setting down the container and the ladle and turning to face me, draping her arms over my shoulders.
"Everything makes you uncomfortable, John."
I smiled, letting my hands fall to her hips. I knew her frustrated act was just that, an act, at least for the most part.
"It's good for you," she continued pointedly, reaching up to tap her pointer finger against my forehead as I swayed her back and forth to a nonexistent tune. "Like medicine. And I know for a fact there are some things you need to work through."
I feigned offense. "You think I'm some kind of nut job?"
"Everyone needs therapy," she snarled, pulling out of my arms, but she didn't resist when I reached out and drew her back in. "Not just nut jobs."
And that was how most of those conversations went. Some got a little more heated, ending with a lightly slammed door (so as not to wake our daughter) and a whisper-shout of "this is why you need therapy!"
I feel I'm making it sound bad, but it wasn't. Even our more serious fights never quite felt like fights. They felt like playing. We were like two cats, biting and tackling and swishing our tails, but never baring our teeth to hiss. I never felt genuine, full-bodied anger towards her, and I knew she felt the same. It sounds sappy, but we were just very in love. I sometimes felt that we had never actually left the honeymoon phase.
I'm also making it sound like that conversation was incredibly common, and it wasn't. It came up maybe once every few months. I knew she was just looking out for me. She knew me better than anyone.
We had met through mutual friends, and we had initially bonded over our terrible childhoods. We both had moms who were out of the picture, and over emotional, over compensating dads, although this manifested in vastly different ways. Alice's mother left her father for a D-list rockstar type, following him on his state wide tour. She would sometimes send Alice letters or postcards from the road, although her dad wouldn't always let her keep them if they seemed to be stained with blood or seemed to have made contact with any strange white powders.
Her dad coped with anger. He never laid a hand on her, but his shouting and the sounds of glass bottles smashing against the walls kept her up almost every night. During the days he'd take her out, buy her things, go mini golfing and bowling and to the movies. Anything to seem more fun than her mother.
My mother passed away on my seventh birthday. She was driving home from work, which was at a law firm half an hour away from our house, when it began to rain. She was texting my dad her ETA when she ran a red light and a semi truck T-boned her, completely obliterating her car.
After that, everything changed. My seventh birthday could've been my twenty-first. At night it was the worst. I remember sitting with my dad as he cried, curled up in a sobbing ball on the filthy living room carpet, whimpering like a kicked puppy. He would scream and wail so loud the walls shook. He would say, over and over as if I wasn't hearing him, sometimes mumbling and sometimes shrieking, "She was cut in half. I'm sorry sir, she's gone. No, there's no chance she survived, she was completely cut in half."
The days were almost worse. During the day, when he could decrease the helpless wails into weeping at the very least, his attention turned to me. He tried to get something out of me, almost silently begging me to break down with him. Every other second it was, "How are you feeling, son? Do you understand what's happening? You poor thing, you must be devastated, your mommy is gone... Don't you want to cry?"
But I couldn't indulge, and I didn't want to. I had to wash the sheets, because he'd pissed them again, and I didn't want him to sleep in it and smell like pee when he took me to school the next day. I had to vacuum the carpet, so the next time he curled up on it and begged God to take him too, when he finally stood up, his cheek wouldn't be caked in crumbs and dust.
I don't know if I ever truly mourned. My mother's death was more like an absence, as if someone had taken a pair of scissors and carved a chunk out of my side, or snipped off a limb. I could still feel her, I could still talk to her, but all I got back was a deep ache and a crushing silence.
I hated how people reacted when I told them my mom was dead, and had been since I was a little boy. I hated the looks on their faces when they asked how she died, and when I told them. How their mouths fell open dumbly and their eyebrows twisted and contorted in sympathetic horror. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know," they said, as if there was vomit rising in their throats, and I wanted to say, "Well, you fucking asked, didn't you?"
Alice never reacted like that. In fact, she never really even asked me what happened. We were on our second date, nursing beers while leaning against the pool table a a dingy speakeasy, when she told me about her own mom. It was the first time in a long time I actually felt like the conversation was open, like I could respond and she would listen and care, but not too much. Not an uncomfortable amount. When I told her about my parents she didn't say anything, and her pretty face didn't contort. She leaned over the corner of the pool table and kissed me on the cheek, took my hand.
The day she found out she was pregnant, we promised each other to be better, to not let our child ever have to grieve alone or feel the very specific hopeless terror that only a parent can cause.
So maybe I should have listened to her. Maybe I should have gone to therapy the first time she brought it up, the first time she told me how it had helped her get through her own terrible memories. But if I'm being honest, I didn't think I had anything to get through. I had left it in the past, I had coped so far in my own somewhat crooked way, I didn't want to dig any of that back up. I didn't want to be put back in that place where I was expected to talk, to cry, to open up. It made my skin crawl just thinking about it.
"I was always the therapist," I would say to her with a crooked grin. "And I like it that way."
Then, the dreams started.
I could tell you I don't know what triggered them, I don't know why it was now. But that wouldn't be the truth. I know exactly why I started to remember.
At first, they were brief. Nightmares that I couldn't quite recall or explain, waking up disoriented and a little sick. The rest of my day would feel strange, like I was surrounded by a thick fog. Eventually, they started to wake me up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and screaming, scaring the shit out of my wife. Once I ran to the bathroom and threw up, barely making it to the toilet. That was when the word "therapy" came up again.
It feels like I've been in a coma for twenty years, and I'm just waking up now.
It's so strange how different the world looks to a child.
I believed in fairies as a kid. Laugh it up if you want. When I turned four, my aunt brought me this book - we've all had one, I think. It was one of those huge hardcover books filled with information about something mythical, with little patches of fabric to simulate a mermaid's scales or a dragon's claw.
Mine was about fairies, and it was so real to me. My mom would sit up with me later than she probably should have, reading to me, placing my hand on the textures to feel. I wanted to know everything about them, I became obsessed, and naturally, my parents played along. They bought me toys, books... every year I had a fae themed birthday cake, and any kid who dared to giggle behind their hands weren't invited to next year's celebration.
When I was old enough to use the internet, supervised of course, I began further research. My mom helped me navigate Wikipedia first, and they had plenty of information to sustain me for a while. My interest turned from wings and magical powers to different types of fae from every corner of the earth, mushroom rings and their alleged distaste for iron. While I still wasn't very good at reading, I would just look at the pictures until she got home from work.
When my mom died, the fairy memorabilia began to amp up. My aunt bought me new books, gave them to me wrapped and tied with ribbons with tear filled eyes, and my dad brought them up whenever he thought I needed comforting and felt strong enough to leave the house. "Wanna go look in the forest for fairies, son?"
I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I began to worship the fairies. I was convinced they lived in the forest behind my house, just behind each tree I looked at, hiding from me. I would spend my weekends escaping into the woods with a bucket and a cheap pair of binoculars, positive that this time, this day, I would see one.
At night, when my dad finally passed out in his own puddle of tears and other bodily fluids, I would pray to them. I never believed in God, we weren't a particularly religious family, and besides, I had seen what good He had done for my dad thus far. But I believed in the fairies.
I asked them for help with my father. I asked them for peace. I asked them to bring her back to me.
They never answered.
Until they did.
It was a Friday. I remember now, I'm not sure how I could have forgotten. After school I had sprinted into the shade of the trees before my dad could stop me, gripping the hem of my shirt in my fist, the thin fabric bearing the weight of two handfuls of the shiniest silverware and most colorful buttons I could find in our dusty cabinets.
I had a plan that day. I was going to lure them to me.
My path began in a clearing where I thought a ring of mushrooms may have begun to grow... but even without that, it was just the perfect spot for fairies. I could picture them flitting between the trees, chirping to each other happily, picking wildflowers to weave into flower crowns.
I walked backwards all the way back to my bedroom window, dropping another item every few steps. When I got inside and looked out my window, I could see my trail of shiny things curve through the overgrown grass in our backyard and disappear into the trees.
I was so excited, I could hardly contain myself. Tonight, surely, they would come to me. They would show themselves, and they would help me. But after another few late hours of coddling my father, finally convincing him to drink some water and get in bed, I was exhausted. I completely forgot about my plan. When I got to my room I collapsed on my mattress, not even bothering to undress before I closed my eyes.
Then I heard it. The scratching.
I opened my eyes. The moonlight shining through my bedroom window casted strange shadows across my ceiling, shadows of the swaying grass and the creaking trees.
It was strangely silent, other than the sound. Usually there was lots of noise, or at the very least a few crickets, but not tonight. Tonight, I realized, I couldn't even hear the wind.
I sat up slowly, as if in a dream, and looked toward my window. I couldn't see anything out there, nothing glaringly obvious at least, that could be making that noise.
The scratching turned to a tap. Tap tap tap, like a fingernail against a glass. It had a playful air to it, like someone was saying, look over here!
I stood, rubbing my eyes, and stumbled over. The tapping stopped abruptly when I got to the window and peered outside, out to the dark yard, pitch black if not for the moon's glow. The grass didn't sway, the trees didn't creak. I frowned and unlatched the window, sliding it up above my head.
I was right, there was no wind. Not even a gust. Everything was still outside, like it was frozen. I actually started to believe it was frozen, that time had stopped completely somehow, before I saw it.
My trail of silverware and buttons. Sparkling softly in the moonlight.
Disappearing.
It began where the path met the trees, curving off where I couldn't follow it anymore. A fork disappeared right before my eyes, right on the edge. Just vanished, as if someone who was invisible had picked it up and stuffed it in a pocket very quickly.
Then another went, a spoon. Then a particularly large gold button. Whatever was taking them was doing what I had wanted, it was taking my bait, it was coming to me. And it was as if whatever had tapped at my window had wanted me to see this, wanted to show me.
But something felt very, very wrong.
This wasn't how I had pictured it. There was no twinkling, tiny winged thing at my window, winking at me before dashing back into the safety of the trees. There were no secrets being whispered in my ear, no fairy dust or promises of better things.
Something about this wasn't right. It felt like a mimicry, almost a mockery, of what I had imagined. Like something was trying to give me what I wanted, but was rusty at it.
I didn't want this anymore.
My stomach twisted and my hands shook as I pulled the window back down slowly, watching more glittery things disappear from the grass, growing closer and closer. As soon as it was closed I quickly locked it and pulled the blinds shut, turning my back to the window as if something would happen that I didn't want to see.
Nothing happened. The deafening silence continued for a few seconds as my ears strained to hear anything else happening outside. Then the wind picked up, and the sounds of crickets, muffled by my closed window, filled the night air.
I don't remember when I fell asleep that night, I just know I felt unnerved and jumpy for a while. I woke up the next morning feeling guilty. Had the fairies really come last night? Maybe they had come to talk to me, to bring me gifts, favors, and what had I done? I had closed my window on them. I felt ungrateful. Why had I even been scared? Because it was dark outside? What was I, a baby?
When I opened my window and peered outside, I gasped. The trail of silverware and buttons was completely gone, all the way up to the last one, which I had placed on my windowsill. In its place was a shoe. I didn't know what kind of shoe it was, but it looked sort of nice, fancy. I remember smiling out the window as I opened it, as if they were looking, and taking my gift.
How could I forget that night? How could I have forgotten what happened after? I feel crazy, either like I made it all up or like I've made up everything since then, like my life isn't truly my own.
I remember telling my dad. I remember saying, "Dad, the fairies came last night!" and the absent smile he gave me.
Until I showed him their gift. The shoe. Instantly his face went pale and he snatched it from my hands, staring at me as if I was something unholy.
"Where did you get this, Johnny?"
"The fairies, dad, I told you!"
He didn't respond. Just gave me another long, solemn look, before turning away from me, still holding the present I received close to his chest. I was upset, but I knew better than throwing a tantrum. That would be too much emotion anyways, too uncomfortable. Even back then, I didn't know how to handle those things.
I didn't show him their gifts after that. I didn't want to risk having them taken away. I tried not to be scared of the fairies, even though they always came at night, but I didn't go to my window when they came anymore. I read everywhere that fairies didn't particularly like to be seen, even though this one seemed to want to be. It always began with tapping, but otherwise complete silence that almost felt like it was swallowing me... and eventually the tapping would stop, the silence would pass, and I would fall asleep. In the morning there was always another gift for me, sitting on my window sill. A sparkly gold ring, the other matching shoe, a hat... I smiled when I took every one, wanting them to know I was grateful. And I would leave things for them too, little sweets or shiny things like coins or paperclips that I found on the ground at school.
Things seemed to get better with my dad for a while. He kept to himself more, he was quieter. At night he would cry softly in his room, rather than his uproarious wails that I used to have to quell so the neighbors wouldn't come knocking. During the day, he would talk to me, but more casually. He didn't ask me how I was feeling anymore, or tell me to let it out.
I hoped this was the fairies. I felt invincible, like I had a secret superpower that no one knew about. I was friends with fairies.
Then one night, everything changed.
It started with the tapping, as always. That night I was fast asleep, catching up on well earned rest since the nightly therapy sessions had ceased.
The tapping woke me. It was that loud. It was louder than usual... but it seemed like it stopped abruptly as soon as I raised my head to look.
That was different...
That night, I had left my blinds up and my window open by accident. Since that first night, even though I wasn't scared anymore, I had always closed them... but this time, I must have forgotten.
It was silent outside. It seemed darker than usual. I could almost make out something, a shape, way on the other side of the yard, but it was too dark and I was too far away to tell.
That feeling from that first night retuned. A twisting like a hand reaching into my stomach and mixing things around, a heavy feeling in my chest like someone had stolen all of the air from my room, even though the window was open. The silence seemed to crush me, bearing down on me from every angle, making my ribs hurt.
The feeling that something was very wrong.
I don't remember deciding to stand: looking back, I have no idea why I would do that in my state of fight or flight. I don't know if I consciously chose to. I don't remember walking over, but I remember getting there, my hands on the windowsill and my head poking out into the completely still night air.
There was something there. On the edge of the trees. Right where I had seen that first fork disappear into thin air. I squinted, leaning further into the darkness to try and make out what it was.
When I finally did, the outline taking shape as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I began to shake uncontrollably. I remember that I tried to scream, but no sound would come. I couldn't move, couldn't do anything but stare.
Two legs stood in front of the trees, facing me. Two legs, a blood-soaked pair of slacks, no shoes on the purple, swollen feet. And a jagged, violent rip in the torso where the rest of my mother's body had been severed from its lower half.
It took me a while to realize that the legs weren't standing on their own. They began to move, jerking clumsily toward the window, like something I couldn't see was struggling to hold them up. I finally forced myself out of my trance and fell to my carpet, vomiting.
I don't remember much else about that night yet. My dad came running when I started crying, I'm sure, but he didn't see what I saw. My mom's legs were gone, or hidden. Because they weren't for him.
They were for me.
We moved after that. Before now if you had asked me why we moved so far away so suddenly, I probably would have mumbled something about the grief, and it being too hard to stay where my mother had died. But I remember why now.
It was because the next morning, when I checked my windowsill, there was a hand. My mother's hand. Purple and stiff, and missing her gold wedding ring. Reaching, fingers rested against the glass, like it was trying to get in.
Like it had been tapping.
I don't want to think about what else it might have brought, had we stayed.
That thing, whatever it was, wasn't my mother, and it wasn't a fairy. I had invited something else with all my praying, with all my naive and innocent beliefs, and with all my bottled up emotions. I had invited it, and I had let it in.
And then I had forgotten everything. Maybe I bottled that up, too.
Now I remember. Now I'm having nightmares, and waking up with that sick feeling in my gut, my eyes jumping to our closed bedroom window.
Because a week ago, my daughter woke me up very early in the morning my jumping on our bed. A week ago, she shook me awake, her eager smile stretching all the way across her face. A week ago, she told me, "Dad, the fairies came last night!"
She showed me a doll, a ballerina, with a pink tutu and beautiful long blonde hair.
And now, with all these terrible memories hitting me like cold water to the face, only one keeps me awake at night.
I asked them for help with my father. I asked them for peace. I asked them to bring her back to me.
It has granted two of my wishes, in its own twisted way. My father grew distant from me and my mother was brought back in pieces.
I'm happy now. But I don't have peace. I don't think I'll ever fully have peace, at least not with a child and a wife to try and provide for, and not with all of these memories.
So what has it come back for?

So my yard is not fully fenced in but it is quite big. I want my dog to be able to play in the yard without a leash or tether. Does anyone have any advice on getting my dog to stay in the general area of the yard? I don’t expect him to never wander over property lines once in a while and my neighbors don’t care about that. HOWEVER once in a while my dog will get it in his head to run off and not listen to his recall at all. He’s gone off into far neighbors yard (not good) and into a wetland area where foxes could be at night (really not good).

In the 2010s era I had a pirate game on my iPad that was in third person and had more realistic graphics and not super cartoony. I believed the one mission you could play for free was about you getting betrayed and having to fight your way out of the city. Maybe if I recall correctly you were in the military and you were then betrayed?

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A flicker of light started to drain away the darkness I was so used to. The darkness where I felt most comfortable and at peace. The flicker slowly enveloped the entire pitch black room within minutes. I could do nothing but sigh in disappointment and open my eyes.
My adjusting eyes were being harassed by the tiny beam of light that made it through my curtain. Where it's at the precise angle that you swear some higher power is just messing with you.
My groggy eyes focused on the clock, it was 7:00 a. M.
Time for work.
The day was April 14th, 2014. A Monday. I knew I only had about an hour to get up, get ready for work, shower, make breakfast and make sure I get to work a few minutes early so I didn't clock in late.
I was only 28 years old and I hated my sales job. I had gone to college and got my marketing degree but I never thought I'd end up here.. selling bullshit products at incredibly hiked prices to unsuspecting or oblivious customers.
I had been doing this job for 3 years and it felt like everyday was just going to be worse. Just a buildup of hatred for your job overtime is natural I guess. Typically people find ways to cope with the constant 9-5 grind. Like going out with friends or clubbing or whatever...but I had none of those.
When my days ended I would go home and watch Netflix and drink then do it all again. I wish it was different, I wish I had the motivation to change myself. But it's difficult when you have no one to support you in your efforts. My mom died from breast cancer when I was 12. Seeing her on hospice for several months suffering from stage 4 cancer was...something you shouldn't see as a 12 year old. To see your once lovely, athletic, hilarious, loving and caring mother degrade into an 85 pound, drug-induced, horrifyingly thin creature that in no way resembled her from my memories of when she was cancer free.
I remember one morning my dad woke me up and said "come to the living room...your mother is taking her last breathes". As soon as he finished that sentence, my memories flooded back...memories of her taking care of me when I was sick, being at my soccer games cheering me on, asking how my day was when I got back from school, leaning on her shoulder as we sat in church. The memories came and went in an instant and the reality set in. My heart at first skipped a few beats but then accelerated to an unhealthy pace. My head started to spin, tears slowly started swelling up on my eyes.
I had jumped off the bed and sprinted to the living room. She was facing away from me and the first thing I noticed are how purple/ blue her feet are. I walk around the hospice nurse and look at my mother's face. She was place, her breathing was almost non-existent for almost 2 minutes but still there...until it wasn't...she was gone.
I was lost, my dad was bawling. I was crying too but at 12 years old I didn't know how hard the reality would hit as time goes on.
In my lost state, I turned on the TV show "MONK" on the laptop. It was a show my mom and I used to watch, and I figured watching it would make me feel like I'm with her again.
Time went on and I realized how losing a mother truly impacts your younger years. But time still, moved on yet.
I got in my car and left for work. The drive to the office was only about half an hour. I put my sunglasses on as I'm travelling east for almost the entire drive, something I was used to by this point. The drive to work was uneventful other than the usual jackass that cuts you off or is speeding down the road.
I made it to work and stepped out of my car. For some reason, grabbed my backpack and shut the door. For some reason the thought of my mother came across my mind. The sighed, looked down at the ground and stared at the concrete for the few seconds while only thinking of how I missed her. Then the thought vanished and I got on with my life.
The day was incredibly boring, only sold a couple of products, I dealt with people in the east coast of the U.S. and customers there are always so nasty and rude with their comments. It's impossible to build rapport with them. I'm jealous of the employees that have West coast as their territory.
The day ended with my last call but no sales for the day. Hopped in my car and drove back home.
Now I've already told you what I do when I get home. Just drink and watch Netflix. And that's exactly what I did. I can't remember the name of the show( probably because I was already tipsy) but it had to do with strange phenomenons.
I don't even remember passing out but I do remember being there in that dark room again; it was so comfortable and cozy. I sat in the corner of the room with eyes wide closed ...no people, nothing to disturb me, just... nothingness of warmth.
For hours this went on until I heard a woman's voice saying "I'm glad you're here". suddenly realizing that I had overslept my body jolted awake, completely forgetting about that eerie voice. Drinking on a Monday night is not a good idea. Blurry and in a haze trying to concentrate my focus I made out the clock saying 7:00 a.m. April 15th, 2014.
I thought how odd that was. I've been doing the same job with the same schedule for 3 years now and I know when I oversleep. Yet knowing this brought a mental smile to my mind, as my supervisor won't get on my ass for showing up late, again.
I got up lazily and stretched and got on with my morning routine. Finally got dressed and hopped in my car to leave for work. I was only about 5 minutes in when I realized something was off...why was I wearing sunglasses? The sun was behind me, not in front. I took my glasses off and read my car dashboard compass; "EAST".
I have taken this drive for 3 years now every Monday through Friday and I had always worn sunglasses for the drive to the office. I looked behind me and saw the sun rising from the west.
I was still calm, but subconsciously I could tell my panic and anxiety were building with what I was experiencing. I decided to pull over at a gas station, took my phone out and opened my GPS. 'I was still facing east.
I quietly stated "what the fuck". I looked up and asked the person next to me pumping gas " look! The sun! It's rising from the west" with an ecstatic and speedy tone. He looked at me with a smile on his face and said "yeah? Don't ya know it's always rose from the west".
The reality of this was starting to set on, anxiety building, I got back in my car and just sat there... Running my hands through my hair, pulling and stretching my face wondering what the hell was happening? My eyes were staring wide at the brake and gas pedal...trying to find some kind of logical explanation for this while still running my hands over my face and hair.
I decided to take my phone out again and click on trending news hoping to see something explaining or even acknowledging this phenomenon. Nothing. I opened Google search and looked up "sun rising in west" the first thing that popped up said Earth is rotating about its own axis from East to West".
This wasn't right.
I figured I would try to get to work and maybe one of my coworkers would have some answer. My entire body was shaking for the entire drive but I made it".
I got out of the car and the strangest thing came across my mind. A memory. A very unique memory of back when I was 12, in the back yard playing capture the flag with my neighbor that lived behind me. A time which I could go back when.
The memory came and vanished in an instant, but left the overwhelming feeling of nostalgia and sadness.
I walked into the office and started asking around about the sun. Again, none of them knew what I was talking about, but before they answered my question, they would say "oh hey, it's nice to have you here" or "we're glad to have you here" all with a smile on their faces.
Not super weird as my coworkers are typically super energetic happy people. But it did become weird when my east coast clients started answering their phones saying "hey, you're always welcome here"
I couldn't see their faces but I could tell by their tone and attitude that they were smiling. This was not normal. I rushed to the bathroom, opened a stall and sat on the toilet. I started having a panic attack. Nothing was right, the people, the sun, the specific memories... I started to run my hands over my face, stretching and contorting it, trying to calm myself down with feeling my heart bursting out of my chest. I started to whimper, I didn't want anyone outside of the stalls to hear me. None of my coworkers were right, the guy at the gas station wasn't right...nothing. years swelled up in my eyes and a brief memory of my mom came back.
It was me, coming home from school, I walked inside and could smell the pizza she was making. I see and her and asks me hey, how was your day?".
This memory helped calm me down from the wreck I was turning into. I took several deep breaths, tried my very best to compose myself, and stepped out of the stall. I ended up taking some paper towels and wiped away the tears that were caught in my eyes.
I decided that I will just try to finish this day because tomorrow everything would be back to normal...I have to reassure myself that I would be, I just knew it would be....it had to be.
I sat down back at my desk and my phone rang, picked it up and a voice came through. The voice of my mother asking " I am so glad you are here, Luke".
I was frozen, shocking, tingly sensations ran through my entire body. My demeaner instantly changed into fight or flight mode...but I chose the 3rd... freeze.
Phone still up to my ear, I heard her speak again. "Oh honey, Luke my sweet boy, don't you remember?".
I didn't reply verbally, but mentally I was thinking "remember...what the hell is...remember what?"
Then she spoke one last time, "last night, you saw the sun".
Then the memory of the night before races back into my mind. I was on my drive home from work, watching the beautiful sunset over the horizon. With all it's beautiful mixtures of orange, red, purple. I was so just staring at it...in a trance, thinking of how I wanted to go back and just be a kid again, play with my back door neighbor, come home to my mom. Why couldn't I just go back?
I suddenly hear a blaring car horn and then blackness.
I believe I died on April 15th, 2014. And I don't mind it. I like being in this black empty room just sitting in the corner..with nothing but warm emptiness to fill my cold shell. I like feeling the embraces of it's comfort over the tiring lifestyle I was living. My only dream was that I could dream forever...and now it's finally been achieved.
I miss my mother, and I know she misses me, the memories I have of her will keep me warm in this blackened wasteland forever.

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Questions: How urgent are antibiotics after tooth loss? Will the loss of canine tooth require any adjustments on my part to ensure quality of life? Species: Dog Age: 2.5 years Sex/neuter status: female/spayed Breed: Border Collie x Poodle Body weight: 35lbs History: Chomped by a big dog at 10 weeks. Other dog’s teeth went through her eye (kept it but likely blind) and the roof of her mouth. Her upper teeth on that side only came in halfway. Clinical signs: knocked out upper left canine tooth Duration: few hours General location: South Sound area of Washington state
My pup never had full length teeth on her left side from the canine back. Her canine was short and her molars kinda look like puppy teeth (I’m certain they are her adult teeth). Today she tried to grab her ball and bit the chuck-it wand it was in instead. She yelped a little and started licking her mouth, which was bleeding. I gently touched her short canine tooth and it was very loose. My plan was to call the vet tomorrow to make an appointment for extraction. Fast forward a few hours. The tooth is gone. I believe she swallowed it because she had a little coughing fit. She seems fine. Eating, drinking, and playing as she normally does. Of course, I’m still going to take her to the vet. Do you think I need an emergency appointment to get her on antibiotics right away or is this something that could wait a few days? Thus far she doesn’t seem to notice she lost a tooth. Are there any adjustments I should make, foods, treats, toys, activities I should avoid, etc. to ensure her quality of life? I never engage in tug. Sometimes I’ll hold a toy and let her do the tugging. She has mostly nylabone/ kong chews and one antler my dad found, no rawhide or marrow bones. Only rubber chuck-it balls, no tennis balls. She loves sticks that break easily, shredding cardboard, and defluffing stuffed toys all of which get monitored closely so she can’t swallow. Playing fetch in the yard is her absolute favorite thing life

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i'm excpecting a lot of downvoyes, because i'm about to heavily critizized KH3 RE:Mind's story instead of praising it tio high heaven, and also critizise MoM's ending... but here goes...
as much as i enjoyed Re:mind and MoM my biggest gripe with re:mind's ending and the end of MoM is that they make the entire "sora is missing we gotta find him!" act completly meaningless, because everyone's efforts amount to absolutly nothing and the fairy godmother and ansem the wise just poof in as a deus-ex machina to tell the gaurdians exactly where Sora is, and even drop riku off right at the portal to quadratumn, I hate this, because not only is it a total cop-out and makes RE:mind's limit cut completly pointless, It throws out the year without Sora that could of been used to flesh everyone else out and reflect on the Xehanort saga so the gaurdians of light could learn and grow as Keyblade weilders, but no, Seems they can;t stell a story without Sora, despite the fans wantng to see more of the other characters...
so, after doing a bit of brainstorming,l I came up with a concept for a hypothetical KH game ((that won;t happen because MoM and re:mind are already done, and the story is moving on)) taht could of allowed Everyone the chance to be relevant in the search for Sora opposed to a deus Ex machina happening, and develop the characters we know and love,
Kingdom hearts 3 X 3 ((the search for Sora))
a hypothetical fan concept for a game that better adresses the time Sora wwas gone and makes sora being gone actually a hurdle instead of something just brushed aside, giving most other characters a time to shine
i'm going to break this into structure, Gameplay and then break down what happens in each individual trio in a general sence, i am not going to wirte full cutscenes or flesh out entre wolds in this summary, but i will give an idea of what the cutscen3es would be like for the trios
Structure opening:
KH 3X3's opening cutscene would start immedietly after the data battlesd in RE:mind, inseated of Cid's PC crashing immedietky and giving out nothing of use, Cid would recover 3 files.... and then the PC would crash and reboot, Within these files, we see 3 things:
1: files on the organization members, both in KH2 and the real org in KH3. allowing the gaurdians of light to actually reasearch and understand the organization for more infomation and start bringing the past of members like marluxia into the main series organically, instead of marlucia, larxine and Ventus being union X to brute force a connection. Could also tie into dark road an introduce Xehanort's past and the foretellers.
2; A dark city, Quadratumn, but the gaurdians don't know that yet,
3: a picture of some fragments, Riku sort of regonizwes them, but isn;t 100% sure,
these are pased onto Ienzo, evan and ansem the wise for investigation, and the trios set off to where they planned to look for Sora, Micky, donald and goofy, ((MDG)) Terra, Aqua, Ventus ((TVA)) and Roxas, Axel Xion ((RAX))
STRUCTURE: GAMPLAY
for the sake of ease of creation, KH 3X3 would be comparable to a fragmentary passage in terms of overall legnh, and each party's section would be about the lengh of one 'world' in Fragmentary passage,
most combat aspects from KH3 and RE:mind would carry over, with each of the 9 characters having a simplified moveset, with only one formchange and a shotlock, and fixed combos and magic avalible, like they are in RE:mind, there are no attractions, links or flowmotion
like BBS, you'd be able to choose which trio you'd like to start as, but like DDD, yopu will be playing as each trio all on one save file, you can play the three trios in any order you like,
a big new feature in this game would be Character switching, with a press of the d-pad, you can immeditly switch character, like you would keyblades in KH3, you can do this at any time, so you can play as Terra, Aqua, Ventus, Micky, Donald, Goofy, Roxas, Axel and Xion, unfortunatly, Kairi is already asleep, so she won;t be playable and i can't think of anythig for Namine ((feel free to share ideas though!)) Riku is also not playable because he is with the FF team investigating what was found on Cid's computer.
Disney trio: MDG
in the disney trio's story, you'd play through the surface of Olympus ((sorry, this is to tie it into the KH4 trailer, I was originally going to have a diffrent world here)) looking for clues to Sora's wearabouts, during the story, MDG would potentally struggle without sora, much like how Micky did in the keyblade war, this prompts the trio to realize trhat maybe all this time, the severly underestimated Sora, after all, he did carry everyone for most of the keyblade war, and saved the worlds twice before and in donald and goofy's cases, they realze how much they doubted themselves and decide to step up their game and venture intyo the underwold alone to comfront hades, meanwhile, Micky would return to Yen-sid to stand up for Sora and make it clear how Sora is, to hopefully get Yen-sid to re-evaluate his stance on Sora's self taught skills ((micky could even be bold enough to point out how they almost lost Sora because Yen-sid put him though the Mark of mastery wiithout Sora's self taught skills))
Wayfinder trio: TVA
in the wayfinder trio's story, the trio would head into the realm of darkness as planned, where their bonds of friendship would be put to the test while they search for Sora, being stalked by the vanitas Reanment, during cutscenes, TVA would reflect on their journey and how their lack of faith and trust lead to them being seperated for so long and almost allowed Master Xehanort to forge the Xbalde, as well as kill Master eraqus, because rather than Fight together like the friends they claim they are, they constantly scolded and scorned each other, Aqua and Terra would have a heart to heart about their idividual struggles with darkness and Aqua would apologize to Terra for not beleaving in him just because of bkindly following her master's philosophies, bith Aqua and Terra would also consol Ven and apologize for not helping him realize his potental, and the trio Vow to stick together and have more faith in each other and with their newfound bonds, they easily overpower and defeat the vanitas Reanimant, almost as easily as Roxas beat SIax in KH3 with a trinity finisher to boot, after this, Ventus would begin to recall some of his past ((more subtly bringing in KHUX lore instead of shoehorning it in)) and Aqua and Terra would vow to help Ventus recover his memories... after they find Sora
DAYS TRIO: RAX
in the days trio story, RAX would be searching in both twilight town and maybe the renimants of the world that never was for clues to Sora, durning the cutscenes, Axel would open up to Roxas and Xion about Isa and his long standing friendhip with him in more detail, as well as organically introduce subject X, opposed to her just being shoehorned in for the sake of a mystrery, reflecting on the good times he, Isa and X spent together and maybe giving some more clues as to who she is, Roxas and Xion;s relationship would of course, be explored more, with Axel also helping to Guide Xion and Roxas now they are no longer nobodies, but normal people, and help them to discover and explore their own indentities, not just their connection to Sora
CONCLUSION:
after all 3 trios scenarios are played though there is a final cutscene with Yen sid where everyone ((except donald, Goofy, Kairi and Namine)) is together to discuss their findings, it doesn't mater which trio finds what, but 3 items are recovered, ione by each trio, they are the following
1: A wooden Sword
2: a Crystal religa, like the one we get after defeating Youzora
3: some fragments of... something
there would be a long discussion,with the characters initally reflecting on the Xahanort arc as a whole and what they've learned from it about themselves and how to be better keyblade weilders, as well as discussing the organization's past, Subject X, and Ven's lost memories before Kairi finally wakes up and joins the discussion, with everyone here, the group carfully studies the 3 objects and pictures Cid has, and begin to make connections, Riku remembers playing with the wooden sword with Sora andc realizes his bond with Sora is a key to finding Sora, Kairi also regonizes the fragments, and so does Riku, it's the charm that Kairi gave to Sora back in KH1! so they realize that Kairi is also a key to finsing Sora, finally, the religa and the dark city, there is a long discussion about weather it vcould be the end of the world, or the world that never was, but boith those theories shut down quick, it's only after a genuine effort to solve this themselves, would the rtrio ask Ansem the wise and fairy godmother for help, it is then that they l;earn that Sora is in unrealitry, With micky, TVA and RAX opting to stay behinf just in case the foretellers or Xehanort comes back, Riku and Kairi head for Quadratumn, with Kairi backing out in the last moment, like she already does, joining Aqua for actually meaninful traning, not just sitting around talking,
whew! and that is my idea for KH 3X3, a breather game focused on giving growth to almost all the characters who arn;t named Sora, I hope you like it and thank you if you read this far, feedback and critisisem is appreciated so long as you are constructive about it,