Wow… I didn’t realize that it has been quite this long since I cast any crumbs to this corner of cyberspace.
(Do people still use that term? *shrug*)
There’s no better way to respond than to post a nerdy Haiku.
observations, musings & opinions
Wow… I didn’t realize that it has been quite this long since I cast any crumbs to this corner of cyberspace.
(Do people still use that term? *shrug*)
There’s no better way to respond than to post a nerdy Haiku.
Friendships shift like sand
But why wasn’t I prepared?
Thought you’d stick around
God loves introverts
We have talents to share, too —
Just not so loudly
I really want to know
why my “Finish” dishwasher tablets
are labeled on the wrapper as a “possible choking hazard”…
Because they chose to
be dismissive, she chose to
hide truth, for safety.
Don’t mind staying home?
“Conclusive”: something is wrong…
but my books are here
I used to be much braver than this
Cruising the Dan Ryan, 80/94, or 295? Piece of cake
Blasting some Bob Seger
Not sure where that confidence disappeared to
Most drivers freak me out now
Acting like a child,
is that regarded as good?
In our family, not…
The zoo’s bald eagle
stares back at me from his perch
Symbol of freedom
When I read someone else’s memoirs of their sister, I run a mental commentary alongside their words. If this weren’t a library book, if it was my own paperback copy, perhaps I would scribble my reactions in the margins.
Describing the author and her sister’s matching outfits in 1960s style, and recalling the fact that strangers would oftentimes ask whether the two girls were twins — I chuckle, remembering the many times that we mirrored each other’s garb. My sister would, no doubt, have sniffed with disgust if someone had failed to realize that she was older and much wiser than myself.
I ran into one of our grade-school friends a few years ago, and she commented that (at least from her perspective) I wasn’t an insufferable bratty little sister. That was encouraging to hear. Possibly because I was so massively shy and introverted (and a bit odd), I didn’t make my own friends easily. So if my sister and her schoolmates (who were two grades above me) tolerated my presence, I was more likely to just go along with their games, rather than trying to hang out with kids my own age.
The memoirist was explaining that when their family lived in DC and drove across some of the bridges there in their 1960s Plymouth, her sister developed a fear of bridges. So, as they were house-hunting in Florida to relocate there for their father’s job, her sister was crouching on the floor of the Plymouth’s back seat to hide her view of the necessary bridge-crossing. The author kicked her sister and declared that she was missing out on dolphin-watching.
My mental commentary: although my sister & I surely kicked (or punched, or otherwise clobbered each other) on a regular basis, our roles would most definitely be reversed here. I would indeed be likely to crouch on the floor in dread of some perceived danger, but when we were kids, my sister was never afraid of anything.