no one told me i was dead
So that’s the thing. No one told me I was dead. Just like no one told Red and no one told Sarah and no one told the Man from Manchester who died beneath a baler. I just knew. Worse still, I knew what we were and how we came to be that way before most of the people around me knew and that, oh that, is the most annoying thing in the world. In this life or any of the ones that come before. Having people around you galloping about in circles thinking the things they do matter when, really, it’s all just a way to pass the time.
the unimportance of being earnest
Monday nights are his studio nights. My night to engage in aimless wandering. Alone.
We seldom do anything apart. Lea once questioned the benefits of this. “The danger of always being at each other’s fingertips,” she said, “is that one day you wont be, and where will you be then?”
I said it works for us because we know what it’s like to be apart. Really apart. Four thousand miles apart. We once went an entire year without seeing one another. And, until last year, being separated for six weeks at a time wasn’t that uncommon. So we have a lot of seconds and minutes to make up for.
But I digress.
Tonight I’m listening to Simon & Garfunkel. Playing with a plastic dinosaur. And reading Oscar Wilde in the interim. Fitness Bootcamp starts tomorrow, so I may order pizza as well. Normally I don’t do things that counter-productive. But it’s a Monday.
washed and ironed
I’ve just spent six hours doing laundry.
In six and a half, you can fly across the Atlantic.
Just sayin.
crab grass. oh that’s horrible.
I just googled ‘sister quotes’ and was bombarded with purple prose. Sunshine and solace all over the place. Save it for the love letters because, lets be honest, sisterhood isn’t so much a Hallmark card as a Lifetime movie. And I mean that in the very best ‘Help Farrah Fawcett Cage Her Evil Ex Up In the Fireplace’ sort of way.
Seriously though, I think this quote from Toni Morrison probably sums it up better than anything:
A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves – a special kind of double. ~Toni Morrison
Though I have a sneaking suspicion, if my own sister were asked to pull a quote from her hat, it would be this one:
Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life. ~Charles M. Schulz
Anyway…I just found these photos floating around in cyberspace. So I decided to steal them. She has 24 hours to request a retraction.
