I have noticed the Dedes who were at the gallery are somehow different from the home crowd. The ones at home are a lively bunch. The travelers seem somewhat sedated in comparison. I expected them to be brimming with new ideas and stories.
Far from it! Boy, Liar and Ms SM sleep all day (and night). Alien – who needs no sleep – sits in the middle of the lawn speaking to his people at home, where ever this might be. He doesn’t even need a phone. He just sits there and smiles and from time to time laughs out loud. Watching him, I get the feeling he is terribly homesick.
That leaves Smug Little Devil to bath in the attention of the home crowd. Of course everybody wants to hear some stories and he is the only one who likes to talk about it. I heard through the grapevine that he loves to tell everyone how terribly I failed in selecting the best team for the excursion. He could have done a much better job.
He uses a silly little trick… He schmoozes each Dede by telling them they definitely should have been chosen for the trip and he would have so much preferred to have stayed with them for six weeks than with the other losers he had to go with (… the ones I had selected). I am not entirely sure what he is trying to achieve….except unsettling everyone.
Help! What shall I do now? If I don’t nip this in the bud right now, I will have another riot on my hands.
Hallo Diethild!
Help? What do you need is help? Really? Or do you need an impulse for a little changing of the relationship to your puppets?
Alles Gute
Juergen
Hi Jürgen
I am writing into a black hole at the moment. I am not sure if anybody still reads my story. Maybe someone has an idea how to stop “Smug little Devil” to bad mouth me. If not, I have to deal with it my way :)
Cheers Dietlind
Auch schwarze Löcher haben einen Boden.
Ich finde Deinen Ansatz toll und konzeptionell und emotional.
Vielleicht brauchen die Puppets ein neues Baby?
LG Juergen
P.S.: das ging nur in deutsch.
Thanks
Und bitte die Nerven nicht verlieren!
No, I won’t… As long as the stories are still coming in. And life presents so many, doesn’t it?