Meet Beemer the Gargoyle

If you've ever been to the Lodge, you probably noticed that Bill had a collection of gargoyles throughout the space. Most people absolutely loved them, but there was one notable religious group that took offense to Bill's protectors and insisted on turning all of them to face the wall or the corner. Bill, being Bill, just laughed and went with it.

After Bill's death, both Nebalee and I wanted one of his gargoyles for our respective gardens. It took a couple of summers, but we did each get one. Mom had a few for us to choose from, and Nebalee wasn't up there, so I chose two winged ones for us. 

I didn't exactly know where my gargoyle was going to land in the garden, but knew it had to be near Maggie, the Magical Potting Shed. Maggie already had a dragon on her side, so she needed the gargoyle to live there, too.

I kind of plopped it down on a shelf next to a couple of plants, and he's lived there since he came home.

He fit here pretty well.

My intent was always to paint Maggie barn red to match the rest of the outbuildings, and I finally got around to it on Friday. I have an old wooden coat rack over Maggie's door, where I hang windchimes and other goodies. While painting, I took the rack down to touch it up with white paint, and so I could paint Maggie's walls behind it.

As I was putting the rack back up, the gargoyle caught my eye, and I thought, "hm, would he fit up here?"

Turns out, he does fit up there!

Though he looks stone, he's really just plastic, and weighs next to nothing, so I knew I had to secure him somehow, otherwise our winds would find him a new home, posthaste. E6000 glue has become my go-to outdoor adhesive, so he got a healthy dose of it.

Now that he has a permanent home, he needed a name. The obvious name to call him would be Bill, since he was one of Bill's gargoyles. But the Lodge's big gargoyle is named Barton, after my Grandpa Ed. So, if I named the gargoyle Martin, we'd have a Barton and a Martin. I kind of like the rhyminess (yes, it's a word, I just typed it) of Barton/Martin.

But Martin didn't fit any better than Bill fit, honestly. 

I had been running the names past Mom and finally told her that he'd give me his name eventually. Overnight, I played with variations, but nothing seem to fit

I remembered that before we lost both Bucky and Bill, they'd joked around about having a ranch and naming it the Lazy BM, with both of their initials. They'd even drawn up a brand. Though, both of them would have cracked the heck up if I'd named the gargoyle BM, I just couldn't do it. But ... BM ... Bee Em ...could easily become Beem, the spelling of which is a play on Ranger's name for Beel. 

The next thing I knew, Beem became Beemer, and the gargoyle suddenly had a name.