Going Nowhere, Slowly

There I am again; another day at the office over.

I don't know, somehow it seems like everyday is a bit the same.  I mean I know I can come home after a day of dodging dinosaurs with some wonderful new thing.

But I'm beginning to wonder just what my life is for.

Edwin is incredibly wonderful and I'm so lucky to have him.  He is great in the garden as well as being a fantastic fix-it 'man' and thoughtful in a thousand different ways.  Here he is, growing a bush of that exotic fruit so I'll always have it to hand if I ever get a craving.

With a great guy like that around I do sometimes take myself to task about not being properly grateful for the many wonderful things in my life. 

I think maybe it's age sneaking up on me, I'm feeling like I'm missing something and as I get older I get more desperate to find it.  I'm just not sure exactly what 'it' is.  I have been celebrating my birthdays and Edwin always gets me flowers and gifts but as the birthdays start to add up I don't think those are really the gifts I want.  And what I really want I don't think Edwin can give me.

He doesn't really understand, being a robot I guess he never has to worry about dying or growing old. 

My last birthday he really went all out and created a fantastic new kitchen for me to enjoy.  I'd had enough of pit roasted fish and produce to last me a lifetime so I had created myself a rather rough and ready wood burning stove.  Edwin, bless his metal heart, worked like a trojan during my jaunts away and I now have a proper bench to go along with with the proper stove.  The fridge is a bit of a joke, it's really more of a cupboard and food goes off nearly as fast in there as just sitting outside.  That might be my next inventing job.  Still it's recognisable as a kitchen. and I even have a small table and chairs set.  Not that Edwin takes his meals with me.

Edwin was so delighted with how happy I was with the new add on to our little house that he told me that he was going to work extra hard and make me a lovely proper home.  He's always worked hard but now he's as obsessed with this as I was with time travel.  I wonder if he'll find what he's looking for sooner than I've managed to?

Every day, noon and night, he hops down into the tunnel and heads up there.

He's a robot so he's happiest amongst stuff he can hammer together. 

He made himself a little friend which he loves.

They hang out together.  I'm away a lot of course and usually busy when I'm back so we aren't spending as much time together as we used to.  It's not that we are fighting at all it's just that I'm  looking in the future and the past for something which makes me truly happy and I know that Edwin doesn't quite understand what's going on in my head.  So it's just easier being with another fellow metal dude.  Less hormones.

And he's an appreciative audience.

Edwin keeps working on the new house for me though and although it takes a long time it's finally finished.

Home sweet home.  Edwin even made a set of drawers for all of my clothes that I keep bringing back.

I admit that it looks a little bare but I'm always bringing things back and we'll keep working on it until it truly is a lovely little home.

Some paintings and candles for example.

Edwin insisted on a special dinner for me to celebrate the new home but I think we got the division of labour wrong.  Fish don't fight back as much so Mr Metal Body can do that in future.

It was a good celebration.  To top it all off I had a haircut to celebrate this new chapter in my life, my brand new house.  Edwin worked incrediably hard on this for me, it's my own home, something I've always dreamed of having.  I have a very different and interesting career and I'm my own boss and make my own hours. 

So why do I sometimes think that everything is pointless?

What is wrong with me?

Doing the 'ol 9 til 5

Things are very normal in our little home on Lonely Island.

Edwin likes to garden while I do some simple prospecting on the side.

We have lazy mornings spent relaxing or having a late breakfast.

And my diet is more varied now that our little garden is flourishing.  I might possibly be getting a little sick of pumpkin.

We don't grow flowers so we have to go looking for those.  We love surprising each other like any normal couple.

 

We both have odd hours at work but we try to work around each other's schedule as much as possible.  Edwin hops down the tube for an evening shift up at the mine...

And I arrive back home the next morning from a stint in the past.  

My work attire tends to change a lot.

 

Sometimes it is a bit tricky to get away from work

But work/life balance is important and it's a good thing for couples to share a meal together and talk about their day.

We each have our own interests.  I never managed to get that guitar to produce any sound other than one like I was murdering it; Edwin has had a bit more success.  I think he might be using a different grip?

He also loves tinkering around with non living things.  I like to improve things but Edwin has a meaningful relationship with them.  

I occasionally feel a bit jealous of his feelings towards the time machine.

Still it's good that we each have a little hobby.  Edwin has his music and his spanner and I've have my travels through space and time and the occasional jaunt down mysterious glowing holes that I dig up during my drilling.  

All very normal and healthy.

Edwin doesn't seem much of a fashion critic which is nice when I sometimes wonder about  whether what I wear is appropriate work attire.  I'm not sure if my butt looks a bit big in this or what.

But he never says anything so he probably doesn't even notice.

 Now I'm not saying that everything is perfect all of the time.  We do have our little problems sometimes.

Anytime Edwin gets caught out in the rain he has a breakdown and needs a quick reboot but honestly, which relationship doesn't have the odd glitch?

And any little problems that we have don't really matter at the end of the day.  We always make time for each despite our busy lives and that's what's most important.

We may be a human woman and a rusty robot stranded on a mysterious island with very little chance of rescue but our lives are really just like everyone else's. 

Honestly.

Here I Go Again

Look at my face.  It's a bit embarrassing to be honest, I've turned into this walking cliche.

At least I haven't started neglecting my exploration of time and space.  I still head out on trips most days.

But now I have 'this' to come back to.

Edwin really is super sweet.

The trouble is my trips aren't exactly picnic's on the beach.  I downplay the danger when I'm speaking about them to Edwin but the truth is rather than ambling gently into the time traveling box with a parasol over my head protecting me from the sun, I really should be approaching every trip something like this:

Because most trips end up something like this:

Or possibly this:

Like I say, no picnic.

With all that danger you probably think I'm a bit of a masochist to continue doing them.  But they aren't all bad.  I do get to see and experience some truly incredible things and I often bring back items from my travels which greatly add to our quality of life.

Like this guitar for example.

As soon as I figure out exactly what the heck I am doing I'm sure that Edwin is going to love listening to me.

For now he seems to prefer reading in his room out of earshot while I'm busy practising.
The books though are also items that I've brought back with me so that proves my point.

Occasionally I do bring back some rather, er, odd, things.

I'm not even sure how I managed to lug this home or what I was thinking at the time.

In the end it got broken up and used for scrap.  Frankly, it just wasn't me.

Other finds were a little smaller but much nicer. A bottle of bubble bath instigated the making of something I'd been doing without for far too long.

A proper bathtub!

It wasn't too hard really, a bit of the local wood, some resin to waterproof, a bit of tinkering around on the bench to make the plumbing and water heating system and, voilà!  Much easier than the time machine.

Of course we did have to add a small annexe onto the shack because I wanted somewhere sheltered from the rain and the snow. I knew that broken up statue would come in handy!

I'm pretty excited at the thought of my first bubble bath in years!

BLISS!

So you see, even with all of the dangers, the rewards outweigh them.  Besides, I haven't found what I'm looking for yet.  I don't know precisely what that is, but I'm hoping I'll work it out at some point.

For now though, here I go again.

Romance

I've finally begun to notice how much pleasure Edwin takes in doing things for me.

Like making me dinner.

Now that the garden is producing fresh greens I occasionally get a change from my fish diet.

And very tasty it is too considering it's a far cry from anything Edwin can eat.

Somehow I don't think I'll be experimenting with robot cuisine any time soon.

It's sweet of him to make me dinner when he's not going to be able to share it but that really is a good example of the difference between us. Although I sometimes forget it, Edwin isn't human and that will lead to problems. For starters how are we going to.  Er, what I mean is. Umm.  Well look, I think I'll want kids someday and I'll just leave it at that.

I had a small thought that maybe the time machine might be able to help us but so far all the future technology I have been able to find hasn't been able to provide a solution to a human/robot romance.

We do occasionally try though. :-)

Edwin also tinkers around with the machine to try to get some more accuracy in my travels.  So far it hasn't worked and it is still very much in the hands of fate as to where I end up.

I won't say that I'm not worried about the future but I've had a lot of practice in just enjoying the moment since I came to this island. So for now I'm just enjoying having someone hold my hand.

And give me moonlight kisses.