and we believed her then
today was spent picking through old books for sale with senior citizens at the public library, some quality grocery shopping time with maw, e-mailing my advisor saying i can't think of how to start writing about montpellier, and then actually being able to start writing about montpellier. it's weird how it works out like that.
i was also in sears this evening, reliving my youth (i used to get so excited to go to sears. me & tom would oogle over the nintendo 64 games, and i would excitedly replenish my wardrobe in the kids section with winnie the pooh overalls, etc) and buying construction boots. while i was trying on some pairs, two long islandy guys stood near me and compared the benefits of two dress shoes. "this one's comfortable, but this one's sooo comfortable," one guy said to the other, telling him to try the second pair. "i could work in these," guy no. 2 responded as he slipped them on.
i don't know why i just told the internet that story, and i don't know if i thought the same thing as i put my boots on, but i bought them regardless.
here's a picture my sister (or rather, her boyf) took from memorial day weekend. my sis, me, and my brother. we're just blurs, jumping in the middle school field that's been behind our backyard forever. things like this make me mushy and soft inside. things like this make me remember why this bedroom was bearable, what it felt like to have two partners in crime that you sometimes fought with but mostly didn't.
the other day i went with anne to her mother's house to say hi and drop off dinner. she's old but she was looking pretty good, and she told me that sometimes she hears a man singing that no one else can hear. supposedly at first he sang an old irish song, but now she can no longer make out his words.
i was also in sears this evening, reliving my youth (i used to get so excited to go to sears. me & tom would oogle over the nintendo 64 games, and i would excitedly replenish my wardrobe in the kids section with winnie the pooh overalls, etc) and buying construction boots. while i was trying on some pairs, two long islandy guys stood near me and compared the benefits of two dress shoes. "this one's comfortable, but this one's sooo comfortable," one guy said to the other, telling him to try the second pair. "i could work in these," guy no. 2 responded as he slipped them on.
i don't know why i just told the internet that story, and i don't know if i thought the same thing as i put my boots on, but i bought them regardless.
here's a picture my sister (or rather, her boyf) took from memorial day weekend. my sis, me, and my brother. we're just blurs, jumping in the middle school field that's been behind our backyard forever. things like this make me mushy and soft inside. things like this make me remember why this bedroom was bearable, what it felt like to have two partners in crime that you sometimes fought with but mostly didn't.
the other day i went with anne to her mother's house to say hi and drop off dinner. she's old but she was looking pretty good, and she told me that sometimes she hears a man singing that no one else can hear. supposedly at first he sang an old irish song, but now she can no longer make out his words.