a flashback

When Aisling and I first made it to Los Angeles, this Elton John song came on the radio, and I sang along with the radio, to Aisling...


Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand.


I remember she wiped a tear from her eyes, hugged my neck...well, as best she could, given her size, then whispering in my ear...."thank you."

* * *

Zeus snapped his fingers impatiently...."Wake up there Irish boy, I was saying..."

I snapped back to the present, still at Laurel and Gunnar's reception, which was still going strong. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Aisling and Ciara in one far corner of the room, talking, with Aisling gesticulating wildly and Ciara looking very uncomfortable but not unsympathetic, stroking Aisling's head and cheeks every so often.

Zeus grabbed me by the chin and rotated my face gently but firmly to face his...

"...So like I was saying, I'm going to have a friendly chat with Ogma. Your being here reminds me that he and I have some catching up to do. Thanks again for adding that Tuatha spark to our little ceremony."

"...sure thing.", I said absentmindedly.