Apterium 1, 106 AS
I’ve begun this journal to record my Legacy. Father has passed the entirety of the estate on to my brother, with the exception of 20,000 for me. This money has purchased me land, a title and extremely limited facilities. Since my only current interest is in art I’ve made some decisions. The first child I have that shows creativity shall be the one to take over. If none are so lucky to receive that trait I shall begin with the oldest child remaining in the house. This is assuming I survive long enough to find someone worth having children with.
I’ve taken a job in my field of interest and tried fishing. Unfortunately once I caught the fish I had no idea how to cook them, so I grilled fruit instead. The purchase of the grill might have been a mistake. I have nowhere to store my food, or to sleep. I can only hope that things will improve quickly. Below are some of the sketches I made throughout this first day.
By my hand,
Apterium 8, 106 AS
It’s been a week of hard work, most of my nights spent on a cold, hard park bench. I’m not accustomed to this sort of poverty. Some nights I can think of nothing but how unfair it was for father to give me so little after how devoted I was to him and the family. I know that such thoughts are unworthy and try to push them away. I miss my bed.
There is some new furniture now. I sold the grill and purchased a refrigerator. Between the money left from the sale and the money I made at work I was able to get a counter and a couch. Later I added an easel thinking that my art was more important than a bed since the art can make me money and the bed can’t. It was an important sacrifice which I think turned out to be a smart decision. Up until then I was going to the art museum and using the easel there.
I met a woman. I don’t think she’s the woman though. She’s very beautiful with a pleasing face and long brown hair, but sometimes she does things that are so very common. I’m certain father would not approve of her, but I’ve really been enjoying her company. She spends as much time at the art museum as I do.
By the end of the week I finally had a bed and walls all around my possessions. I think it was a good week overall.
By my hand,
Favonia 2, 106 AS
I decided to take a chance and ask someone out. Her name is Danna. She appears to be around the same age as me. I’ve spoken to her several times, having met her outside of the local lounge. She seems easily put off but has a good sense of humor.
For the date I took her to the park. We spent a lot of time talking, sat on a bench together and later played some chess. It would have been interesting to see which of us would have won, but this strange old woman came over and chased Danna out of her seat. Then she tried to join our conversation. It was quite aggravating. I nearly gave her a piece of my mind but Danna calmed my nerves with an off the wall quip.
I quite enjoyed the evening. We kissed and then talked until the darkness told us it was time to leave. Perhaps I will take her out again, though I admit there is something amiss. Her personality lacks a certain depth which concerns me a bit.
By my hand,
Stoat 5, 106 AS
Danna was still on my mind as a possible long term match, but it seems best to get to know several women before making my choice. I didn’t grow up here and I don’t know much about the people. With that in mind I asked out another young lady. Alexus startled me by searching through my trash can for food before our date. I invited her in to clean up and offered her some food from my refrigerator. I’d thought her to be of a similar age to me but she’s much older with a teenaged son.
Although I wasn’t certain about her at all I wasn’t going to cancel our date. I took her out the the nearby club and we stood outside talking for a while. She opened up to me so easily that it felt like we were old friends. Then we kissed. Evidently I’d chosen just the place that Danna was spending the evening at. She was furious and although she didn’t approach us I knew that we would need to talk later.
I truly thought I’d made it clear I wasn’t ready to settle. We’d made no promises to each other to be faithful and I had naturally assumed she was dating others as well. I wasn’t chasing after her in the middle of my date with Alexus, however, and Alexus was so charming that I forgot my worries as Danna walked away. Alexus initiated hand holding, another kiss, she even presented me with a rose and I’ve no idea where that came from.
Later I noticed that Danna was back and watching with great annoyance. I seemed to me that we would be best off moving inside. Alexus and I found a seat in front of the fireplace and she told me about how difficult things were for her. She was a stay at home mom and could barely afford to provide for her son let alone herself. I really felt for her and found myself seriously considering her as an option.
I admit that I’m worried I might care for Alexus for the wrong reasons, yet my heart goes out to her. She’s such a genuine woman with a good heart. I don’t look forward to trying to patch things up with Danna. Perhaps I shall put it off for a bit and see what happens.
By my hand,
Biri 7, 106 AS
I’ve made an important decision. The woman I will marry is Dina. She is strong willed, determined and took all of my romantic gestures well. It was a real relief since Danna has informed me that she thinks of me as a friend and nothing more, and Alexus has been too busy with her son to see me lately.
Dina went with me to the desert and we spent an evening in the park there. I didn’t want to take her to the local park since I’d gone there with Danna on our first date. It took some effort for me to really get to know her, but Dina is truly everything I could ask for. She will surely help me to build a family in this new place and a household as well.
Lately, she has been visiting often. She seems to admire my art, and I’ve noticed she exercises regularly. One time I found her doing push ups in front of my easel. I believe that my proposal will meet with favor, yet I feel I must wait for the proper moment. It would be helpful to have someone to speak with about how to go about asking, but I refuse to contact my father or brother. There’s no way I’ll show them any sign of uncertainty or weakness.
By my hand,
Elt 12, 106 AS
A horrible thing has happened. I was abducted by aliens. These creatures had no respect for me and treated me like something to be studied. There was no regard whatsoever for propriety. I cannot say all that occurred, only that I never wish to go through it again. When I was with them there was no sense of time.
I need to calm down. Yesterday, I came home after work and before I even entered the house a bright light beamed down upon me. Then I was pulled up into the sky and found myself inside of a metal scientific chamber of some sort. I won’t speak of all that came to pass. The one thing I can say is that I was frightened beyond any other time in my life.
When I was returned to my front door I called Dina immediately. That time spent with those… things… was enough to convince me that there was no sense in waiting for the right moment. One never knows what will happen next in life and if I were to wait too long it could be too late. The instant she was in the house I proposed. I know my state puzzled her, but she did me the favor of not asking. I don’t believe I shall ever tell anyone all that happened to me. Being close to Dina was of great comfort. We’ve chosen next year on Stoat 27 as our wedding date. Spring is a good time for a wedding, that’s what Mother always said.
By my hand,
Stoat 27, 107 AS
The days, weeks and months have passed by so quickly that I can hardly believe it’s been a year. Dina is at my side often, sometimes stopping by in the evening when I get home just to watch me paint. I’ve left the house basically as is so I could save for the wedding. There was one time when I replaced the toilet instead of repairing it, but that was an emergency situation and an exception to the rule.
As the day of our wedding approached we looked for a suitable venue. There is a museum in Magnolia Promenade with a wedding hall upstairs.* We decided it would be appropriate. A part of me wanted to have the wedding in our home, as my parents did, but it doesn’t have near what would be needed for such an event. Between hall rental, catering and a mixologist money has been stretched far too thin as it is. I should probably be glad the hall lacks a piano, though a part of me is sad about that. Perhaps one day my family can donate one when times are better.
The wedding was wonderful. We stood at the arch waiting for people to gather and I feared my efforts to fill the hall had failed. People filtered up from the museum slowly, however. The guests stopped to admire two floors of amazing art first I assume. Both Danna and Alexus were invited. To my surprise they both came. I thought it a bit odd, however, that they both wore the same exact hat.
After the wedding Alexus told me she still liked me and to give her a call if it didn’t work out. I’m sure Dina and I will be very happy together. Danna sat beside me after I baked the cake, more on that later, in the room where pottery and woodworking classes take place. She was friendly, though a bit frosty. Perhaps she only said she thought of me as a friend because she was hurt by my date with Alexus? At this point it hardly matters.
Father used to often say that it was hard to find good help and mother would nod her head in easy agreement. I never understood. We seemed to have wonderful staff all the time. Now I think I might understand after all. The caterer took my money and as far as I could tell never showed up, which meant I baked the plain white cake we used as a wedding cake, and another cake to feed all the guests. Salad? I made it. All of the wedding food had to be made by my hands. I couldn’t ask Dina to cook on her wedding day. One simply doesn’t do that. Then, halfway through the celebration the mixologist took one of her drinks and sat down. She never returned to the bar.
None of that matters, the wedding was still perfect in it’s own way and Dina was unaware of the problems. Now she’s washing up for bed. Actually I believe I hear her coming towards the bedroom.
By my hand,
* I used my own museum for this which can be found on the gallery under my username m_evergreen
Kulun 17, 110 AS
I admit it has been far too long since I’ve made an entry here. Luckily I continue to draw, so there are sketches which are easy to add. Dina started in on her cooking soon after our honeymoon. Her career had been stalled and she was frustrated. I did my best to support her efforts and certainly enjoyed not having to cook all of my meals anymore.
One evening we ended up on the topic of children and I discovered that Dina dreamed of having ten of them. I can only hope that once we have three or four she will forget this irrational desire. That many children would be difficult to support on any salary. With me working my way up as an artist and her aspiring to be a mixologist I don’t think we can support ten children. Besides, they would surely drive me mad.
On Elt 9, 107 AS Dina informed me that she was pregnant and we celebrated the occasion with great joy. I began saving money again thinking of the need for a room and baby furniture. Even so, I gave Dina the bar she’d been wanting on our first anniversary. I also kept my first two masterpieces instead of selling them. They hang in the kitchen reminding me to continue working hard.
As rewards came in from my employer a small studio for me grew next to the kitchen. Our daughter was born on Biri 12, 108 AS and we agreed to name her Astara. A couple days ago Dina told me she needed to throw a party. Evidently serving drinks at a party will help her to improve her mixology skill faster. I sincerely suspect she just wanted to throw a party. It went amazingly well. I admit that I was impressed. There may be more news soon. We’ve been speaking about trying for another child.
By my hand,
Biri 14, 112 AS
Again it has been a long time. Perhaps this is what it’s like to be a father. I’m busy all the time. Worse, the horrid creatures from the sky came again. Those aliens took me and this time I did not return the same. I believe I’m pregnant. Although I know this to be impossible, I can think of no other explanation.
It happened on Kulun 2, last year. The day was beautiful and Dina told me in the morning that she was going to have another child. That night I saw the lights outside. There was no choice but to go to them. It’s as if they drew me in and I had no control. For the first few months after that I was sick often. Then I began gaining weight. At this point my stomach is as large as Dina’s.
Some of the other artists at work joked that I should try to take family leave. It’s no joke. I definitely am. If this is what Dina is going through I’ve no idea how she can want ten children. She’ll get over it. It’s highly likely she already has.
In the meantime Astara has grown into an active four year old. She’s the messiest child I’ve ever met. All she ever wants to do is climb things. Then she leaves behind her a path of destruction, never thinking to clean up. We’re trying to teach her, but our efforts are for naught. I did end up buying her some monkey bars to play on in hopes she’d stop climbing every piece of furniture we own. Her grades in school are passable. We encourage her to do homework every night but are both too exhausted to lend much help.
By my hand,
Metsys 6, 112 AS
It’s been a difficult time for us, but there have been good things with the bad. I shall begin with the worst for me. It was truly a child which I gave birth to on the night of Metsys 4. There will be no details recorded ever about that birth. From nowhere, a very unearthly bed appeared for the baby. I feel the option to send her home, but can’t help thinking of her as my child. Dina agrees that we should keep her, so she lies next to the baby Dina gave birth to that same day in the morning. We have named them Bethany and Crystal, two more girls.
This morning I had a surprising moment with Astara. We were outside together and she asked me to cloud watch with her. It was very peaceful and I enjoyed the time of quiet. She’s still the messiest child I’ve ever known, and although I believe this may not be something we can teach her out of, we continue to try.
I still have a long way to go career wise as an artist, but I’ve met all of my other goals. I’ve painted masterpieces, and most of them are on the wall. During hard times I’ve had to sell one here and there. The money for those was over a thousand each. Since my career is the only thing that challenges me in the field of painting I’ve begun to write books in my spare time. This new interest challenges me to stretch my creativity in a different direction.
By my hand,
Metsys 11, 115 AS
One week ago Bethany and Crystal grew too large for their cribs. Crystal is able to disguise herself and looks so human now that I sometimes forget she’s not. Bethany talks nonstop to anyone and everyone, wanting to make friends with them all. She does this quite often while hanging from the monkey bars or sitting on top of them with Astara. Their relationship got off to a rocky start but mended quickly.
Crystal is a very different child. She stays inside to talk and lures people into reading her stories, helping with her homework, playing chess or watching her work with her home chemistry set. There she brews up all manner of potions. Unfortunately, she set it on fire recently. It’s a lucky thing that between work, my paintings and my books we bring in a good income now. I was able to get her a new one right away.
As it turns out waiting to publish my books instead of self-publishing brought me a good return. When I began this household I never expected to be able to develop it so quickly. It’s a lucky thing because Dina is pregnant again. I’m fearing she still wants ten children. How will I know them all and give them all the time and attention they need? I did speak about needing to be challenged. Still, I never meant it in this way.
As for work, I recently came to a branch in my career and had to put more thought into where I was headed. I always thought my art was about me, producing work that shows my thoughts, feelings and emotions. In the end, however, I decided that I wanted to give others the same gift I’d been given and help them get started. Ultimately I wish to become a patron of the arts.
By my hand,
Wast 3, 119 AS
I haven’t been drawing as much, but there is too much to report to ignore this journal any longer. Astara’s dreams came true when she managed to become the most rambunctious scamp in the entire town. She now spends endless hours talking about how special she is, so many in fact that I believe she will be very charismatic when she grows up.
Surely no one could truly top Bethany when it comes to charisma, however. She can talk anyone into just about anything. Now she has become best friends with Oscar Roper. She calls him her partner in crime. Be that as it may, the two of them really must work harder if they wish to cause mischief together. I’ve no idea what Bethany was doing when the teacher caught her with that cage of gerbils, but she certainly failed in the first rule of such things; don’t get caught.
Dina gave birth to our first son on Apterium 28 in 115 AS. The years just slid by, now I find myself with four elementary school children. Although I haven’t spent as much time with them as I would have liked, Dina somehow finds the time to read to them regularly. Sometimes I really wish there were walls around my studio. I find it difficult to concentrate with the children talking and running around. Andre doesn’t like to stop lounging around to do much of anything but Crystal occasionally manages to get a game of chess out of him.
Our fifth child, Deanna, was born yesterday afternoon. Perhaps I can talk Dina into waiting a while for the next. In the meantime I have been working hard as an artist and writing as well. Four of my books bring in money regularly; Cloud Walking – a children’s book about a boy who discovers he can walk on the clouds, Butterfly Wings and Cotton Candy – written on a day when I felt very playful which does happen on the rare occasion, Just Do It! – a motivational book encouraging artist to stop worrying and start producing art, and Growing a Family – a nonfiction novel about events in my family’s life.
By my hand,
Biri 12, 121 AS
Today is Astara’s thirteenth birthday. It’s difficult to believe she’s a teenager already. The very first thing she did after cutting the cake was begin flirting with one of the men at her party. I put a stop to that, but when Dina gave me a look I decided it was time to update the journal. It’s difficult to see my little girl grow up.
Deanna has been growing steadily. She speaks often about the saddest things. I wonder if we aren’t giving her enough attention or if she’s having trouble in school. Dina doesn’t seem to know why Deanna seems so down either.
Sadly, even with a house full of children I’ve seen no evidence that any of them have a spark of creativity. I’ll continue watching and waiting. Dina has promised me that after our sixth child we can take a break for a while and let a few of them move out before we have more. I’m glad for this, even if it still worries me having so many dependents. Between writing and art I continue to bring in money. It’s a good thing, the bills keep going up.
By my hand,
Montalro 12, 125 AS
I’d like to say that Astara is taking her position as eldest child seriously, but that isn’t the case. Astara still spends an inordinate amount of time joking around with her younger siblings. I am proud of her grades however, all of the children really. They work hard at school and when they get their grades up they keep them there.
Bethany is the first to join Astara in making fun of adults, or any other activities. She has gotten in trouble at school for trying to pull pranks so many times that I’ve had to put my foot down. I told her to either figure out how to stop getting caught or stop pulling these pranks altogether. Dina seemed a bit disappointed in my lecture, but I see no other solution to the problem.
Crystal seems to get along with all of our other children, though they occasionally ask her the oddest questions. All she’s ever eaten was our food, I can’t imagine she would know the difference between it and alien food, for example.
Deanna surprised me the other day when I was cloud gazing, a pass time which gives me inspiration for my job. She began playing on the monkey bars like a pro, and I’d never seen her on them before. I think I miss a lot while I’m at work.
Dina and Bethany were there when Brennan proclaimed himself too big for his baby bed. Brennan is our sixth child and second son. I can’t fully express how happy I was too see him drawing on the drawing table I’d gotten for the children. Perhaps I finally have a child who is fit to be heir. We must see if it’s just a phase or not. Brennan is a wonderfully confident child, I think he will be successful in anything he sets his mind on. It’s a relief to know there will be no new babies for a while.
By my hand,
Metsys 4, 124 AS
I was painting in the dining room and realized something. We had plenty of money to do some renovations. While I was trying to decide if I could just spend the money on my studio and some kitchen upgrades Dina called us all to dinner and I realized only four of us could eat at the table. Children were sitting at my desk, on the couch, I can’t imagine why this had escaped my attention. So some long needed renovations have occurred.
Crystal is the top student in her class. She makes a horrid smelling potion which Bethany likes to use amongst unsuspecting people in the park. I’ve finished four new books which assisted in funding the renovations: Poems to Enjoy with Family – a collection of the poems I’ve written which are family appropriate, The Wonderful World of Wizards – a fantasy novel…, Ink Blots – the story of sad times in a child’s life, and the effects they have on her diary entries, Petals on the Wind – a romantic story that takes place in Japan during the cherry blossom festival.
The party Dina had planned for tonight was evidently too late for Bethany. She got out of the swimming pool earlier and pronounced herself a teenager, then got sad because she said we didn’t have the party soon enough. I think I’ve been too easy on these children. When I was a teen I don’t remember being half as petulant.
By my hand,
Metsys 5, 124 AS
Surprisingly, Bethany didn’t seem at all jealous of Crystal by nightfall. She even put the candles on the cake. Crystal was her unusually somber as she stepped up to the cake. Many people gathered for her birthday. I’ve been very proud of her childhood accomplishments. After she made her wish, however, I discovered that her nature had changed. While she was fine with her older siblings she no longer liked being around any of the younger ones. In fact she would make the most horrible faces when she saw them.
One of Bethany’s favorite places to do homework is the island in the pool. In fact, I’ve seen Astara do homework there too. I wonder what they’ll do when I have the money for the fountain that’s eventually going there. The house is looking very patchwork, but I hate to spend money on form when we still could use separate rooms for the children, and a place for my heir once they are named. Perhaps someday one of my children or grandchildren will see to the aesthetics.
By my hand,
Apterium 29, 128 AS
My latest book Brighten Your World is doing well in stores. It reviews the careful use of color in paintings. With a long needed break from diapers and late night feeding times Dina has been concentrating on work. I have to say that I’m proud to have such a hard working and beautiful wife. I’ve never truly regretted my choice although the constant parade of children has given me pause to question. Still, I’ve become quite close to all of them for various reasons.
This entry I’ve included a sketch of the inside of the house. The girls room with it’s many beds and the boys room, only two beds there. Between them is the play room so they don’t wake each other if anyone is asleep. I’m glad I decided to put the pool in, while it was mostly for my active wife all of the children love it too.
With only two bathrooms and all of these people things have begun to get out of hand. I didn’t care to ever have to wait again while three children used the bathroom before me so I put in a third bathroom beside the master suite. It’s helped. I also ended up purchasing a mirror. It’s been a struggle for both Dina and I to improve the eloquence of our speech. I’ve tried talking to people, purchased books, nothing seems to make a difference. Perhaps it will help to observe ourselves in the mirror.
Andre managed to fulfill his desire to be a socialite in the society of children. He’s very excited about having so many friends. Yesterday was Andre’s 13th birthday party. I’ve been catering all of our parties these days since hiring a caterer always results in such a mess. Andre isn’t much of a go getter, so I was surprised he managed to make all of those friends. Now I see that his new focus will be romancing all the girls. He says he wants to play guitar but I don’t see it in him to succeed. Of course I will buy him a guitar and give him a chance to prove himself. If he does well perhaps he’ll develop some creativity.
By my hand,