Ohio
"Look, Emily, horses," said Leah, much as you would when entertaining a five-year-old on a car trip. I swivelled my head around.
"Oh, cool- oh, my god! They're green! Leah, looklooklook, those horses are green!"
Leah didn't say anything.
"Leah, why are they green?!"
She still didn't reply. Finally she took one hand off the steering wheel and patted me on the shoulder.
"They're wearing blankets, Emily."
I just got home from a week spent in Wooster, Ohio, home of Rubbermaid, Smuckers, and my best friend Leah. For an entire week Leah and I spent literally every waking moment together, talking, cooking, drawing, listening to music, quarrelling, reading The Catcher In The Rye out loud to one another, and picnicing. We made a board game called "Veganing: The Game" and played it. We baked cranberry merangue tarts and debated which type of crust was superior. Two of our friends, Jess and Meghan, are on a cross-country road trip and they stopped by and spent the night and the four of us went out and had french fries. We watched an old movie from the 30s called Love Finds Andy Hardy and then pretended to be Andy Hardy. When we weren't talking like Holden Caulfield. I got to hold one of her chickens, although I wasn't able to catch one. Leah says I'd make a poor chicken farmer.
On Sunday, I'm heading out to Arizona to help my aunt Claudia with her two kids, Katie and Andrew, since their dad is stationed in Germany at the moment. I'm kind of excited. I thought it was going to be a desperately bleak summer but in fact things don't look so bad right now.
"Oh, cool- oh, my god! They're green! Leah, looklooklook, those horses are green!"
Leah didn't say anything.
"Leah, why are they green?!"
She still didn't reply. Finally she took one hand off the steering wheel and patted me on the shoulder.
"They're wearing blankets, Emily."
I just got home from a week spent in Wooster, Ohio, home of Rubbermaid, Smuckers, and my best friend Leah. For an entire week Leah and I spent literally every waking moment together, talking, cooking, drawing, listening to music, quarrelling, reading The Catcher In The Rye out loud to one another, and picnicing. We made a board game called "Veganing: The Game" and played it. We baked cranberry merangue tarts and debated which type of crust was superior. Two of our friends, Jess and Meghan, are on a cross-country road trip and they stopped by and spent the night and the four of us went out and had french fries. We watched an old movie from the 30s called Love Finds Andy Hardy and then pretended to be Andy Hardy. When we weren't talking like Holden Caulfield. I got to hold one of her chickens, although I wasn't able to catch one. Leah says I'd make a poor chicken farmer.
On Sunday, I'm heading out to Arizona to help my aunt Claudia with her two kids, Katie and Andrew, since their dad is stationed in Germany at the moment. I'm kind of excited. I thought it was going to be a desperately bleak summer but in fact things don't look so bad right now.