“Unraveling the Secrets: How Shack Man’s Legacy Transformed His Family’s Fate”
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Ever find yourself on the phone with your sibling, trying to make sense of your latest romantic mishap, only to realize you might be venturing into the territory of family history? Well, hang onto your hats, because that’s exactly where we’re headed in this latest chapter of Shack Man. In a whirlwind of rock climbing analogies, chimney-sweep attire, and revelations about family traits, the conversation takes an unexpectedly hilarious turn. It’s like a comedic therapy session, exploring not just the peculiarities of the guy in question but also how past inheritances continue to shape our love lives. Seriously, when you start sorting through your family tree to analyze your partner’s quirks, you know it’s time to pay attention! So, if you’ve ever wondered how deeply rooted familial traits can define our relationships—along with an unhealthy dose of sibling banter—this is the chapter for you! Ready to dive into this delightful chaos? LEARN MORE
Catch up here – Shack Man
Chapter Twelve – Family Ties
I’m on the phone with my sister.
“…This is serious,” I said, trying to get her to hear me and focus.
“Well, no shit, Elsa. He’s hit all the marks.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, if we can’t see every man in our family in the guy, then he’s toast.”
“Okay. I’ll buy that,” I said.
“So let’s go through them. Henry.”
“Easy.”
“Yeah. He’s a rock climber. Henry was a mountain climber. Sport as a spiritual pursuit. You aren’t hooking up with anyone who does believe something and the further out the better.”
“Good enough. What about W?”(Our father)
“Are you kidding? This guy is just like W. Where’s his Moon?”
“Aquarius.”
“Right! And where does he live?”
“In a shack in the middle of nowhere.”
“Right! Why?”
“So he can make his own rules. He doesn’t want anyone telling him what to do.”
I hear her smoke. “Well, there you go. And I bet if you think about it, you’ll come up with 100 other things.”
“Yeah, well you know what he did.”
“What?”
“Hey was going to clean the chimney of his shack.”
“Oh brother.”
I hear her yell to her husband. “XXXXX, get some more cigarettes in here. Elsa’s tellin’ a story. It’s about a fuckin’ chimney. The guy is fucking chimney sweep.”
“Well I did have a crush on that guy in, Mary Poppins.”
“You are Mary Poppins, you idiot.”
“I know, I know. But away, he goes into the bedroom to get on his chimney sweeping clothes….”
“What, pray tell?”
“He comes out in this snowsuit thing. One piece. Of course it’s cold, and get this. He’s got on goggles! You know. Like, “Okay! I’m goin; in there.”
“And I bet you saw W soon as he walked out in that shit.”
“Yes. Because he used to wear those goggles when he drove the Blue Streak. And that flight suit thing.”
“Oh shit, Elsa. I don’t know how you can get any closer. You’re gonna wind up married to this son of bitch.”
“Well I hope so, because I’m amused.”
“I think you’re both dipshits.”
“Okay. Well, we don’t care, do we? You know we don’t care what you think. So he has this corkscrew hair and this padded suit and his goggles…”
“Sounds like Back to the Future.”
“Exactly! And he looks good!”
“Well I am sure he was hoping you’d think so. Does he have antenna?”
“Well there’s this stereo, you know.”
“Well maybe you can get him a helmet and attach some antenna to it. Then he can get on the roof and maybe pick up some signals or some brain waves or some shit. He’d like that.”
I picture the helmet and chuckle. “You know I used to climb on my roof at my house in the desert. I’d have parties out there. We’d take flashlights up on the roof and flash them around to land the planes.”
“What did I tell you? It’s fucking match made in heaven.”
“So what about our brother”?
“Yep. Him too. His friends are snobs, right? Pretentious?”
“Yeah, they are. Most of them.”
“Well, there you go. Who does that sound like? And he doesn’t eat slop either.”
“What do you mean?”
“The food. He cares about the presentation of food.”
“Oh. Yeah, he does.”
“Well there’s the tie. This is the guy all right. Now if he can just keep his family from devouring you.”
“I think you worry too much.”
“I don’t think you worry enough.”
Chapter Thirteen – Shack Days & Nights
Seventeen degrees outside, but the fire was blazing. The shack was cozy and warm. Shack Man continued to keep things dreamy, both at the shack and out in the world.
We both liked to go and do. He planned one adventure after another, delivering a romance of pure fantasy.
We went to see, Pat Metheny. The lights went down and all conversation ceased, between us. Neither of us said a word, through the entire concert. We didn’t plan it. We just had other ways to communicate.
Shack did exquisite things with his breath. His energy was magic. As a result, I sat through that concert with every hair of my body on end. I could arch my back, just barely, and send him spinning.
Did I like Pat Metheny?
I don’t know. I liked Shack.
Did Shack care if I liked Pat Metheny? Um… no. He was pretty keen on me. There’s nothing better than a responsive woman. Just ask any man if this true.
I returned his favors. I had these major strings of Christmas lights – all white, with capability to adjust the speed, as they lit up, one bulb after the next.. I took them out to the shack one day when he was at work. It wasn’t Christmas but that’s not important.
I climbed this tree in front of the shack at least 50 or 60 feet in the air and strung them. It was a bad idea. It took me a couple of hours. I got all cut up, but once I was up there, I may as well finish, you know?
It was cold and it just kept getting colder. I thought it would take me ten minutes. It was so damned cold in that tree, I’ll never forget it. I was climbing and getting poked and scratched when it occurred to me, the lights may not even work in the extreme cold. Crap! They better. I was cussing up there.
What the hell was I thinking? If I fell out of that tree I was going to be in major world of hurt. Things are brittle in extreme cold. Does this mean tree limbs? I think so. Pokes hurt extra much, I can tell you that for sure.
I wanted him to come home in the evening, turn the bend in the road and see the lights shooting up into the air. Just for him. There was no one else out there to see them! Big Venus in Leo display. I was in love.
I got it done, and the lights lit up as planned. I got laid that night, you think?
We had Shack parties, and people came by. They liked the lights. They thought he put them up. The fact I did, scared them more than anything else. Even, Kay, thought I’d lost my mind. I should have borrowed her man pants before I got in that tree, that’s for sure.
Shack and I were glad to see the people come and even gladder when they left. You know how it is when you are way into each other.
I also hijacked the Shack Truck. You know I did. Shack Man liked his little car. It was sporty and low to the ground and it must have had a transmission problem that he repaired because the glee in his eyes when he shifted was electric. Occasionally it would backfire and this gave him bonus pleasure. Peels of laughter.
He drove his car. I parked mine and drove his truck. My car was no good in the mountains in the winter and I was a shack girl now, and everyone knows I’ve got a thing for trucks!
I loved that truck, and I got myself mixed up with Johnny Depp. I liked his black hat in Benny and Joon. I cooked up this plan to get me something similar, but femme, and then go out plowing in the shack truck on snowy wintry mornings. Retired Frito Girl alert, I needed a route.
It was a true pain getting out of the drive, with three feet of snow in the way. I imagined myself driving around, plowing people’s driveways for them. For free, of course! I’m up early anyway, so what the hell?
I figured I’d wear my long black wool coat, my hat, and red lipstick. Maybe a trademark scarf. I would plow in the early dawn so people could wake up be greeted by a clear drive. I would be anonymous, but if anyone saw me, I would smile, give a big wave and tip my hat. I would become a legend! “Who is the plow chick anyway? I don’t know, but I like her hat!”
Shack said I could do it if I wanted, so long as I promised to wear his warm shack socks, and shack boots. He offered to buy me a plow for the front of the truck. He admitted, it would please people to wake up and discover they did not need to shovel.
On a more serious note, I need to tell you more about, Shack’s brothers. Yes. There are two of them, but only one of them was around.
Shack Man was the second born son. His oldest brother was a helicopter pilot who was shot down Vietnam. His body was never recovered. He was classified, MIA.
Shack brought this up a number of times. He was extremely sensitive, talking about it.
I had Neptune transiting my ascendant, aspecting natal Venus and Neptune. I could readily feel him and then something else happened. I started to dream his brother’s crash.
The first time, I didn’t say anything. I don’t dream about helicopters and I just didn’t know exactly what I saw or what I was thinking. But these crash dreams, continued. I eventually started waking up with them, with tears in my eyes.
Shack and his family thought the brother may be alive. If he had hope, I wanted to have hope, with him, but these dreams! They got increasingly, clear and terrifying. I was having them, pretty much, every other night.
I eventually felt his brother was showing me what happened. I wasn’t cooperative, initially, because it was disturbing my bliss. But the dreams kept coming, so eventually, I said, “Okay, show me.”
I went to sleep and here is comes… I watch this helicopter go down, for like the fifteenth time. My feeling was the brother wanted me to know he was not coming home. He wanted me to help, Shack, and his younger brother, to comes to terms with it. The message was firm.
I loved, Shack, so I agreed to do it and the dreams, stopped.
To be continued.
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