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[waitingonsunday]

Downtown Henderson, July 04th. People milling the downtown streets, heedless of the odd vehicle passing through, the drivers white-knuckled and tense, weaving through a crowd that just doesn't care. We stick to the sidewalk and find a curb at the corner of Third and Water that looks fine for sitting

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[ecosopher]

Telling family stuff like that always makes me so nervous. I don't know why. Even though I'm not that close to my siblings, I still value their judgement. Perhaps less now than I used to. I'm glad you told them.

I sometimes think about my relationship with my siblings now, compared to when we were children. Do you ever find it strange that you're the same people, but not really the same people? I find it so hard to reconcile the then-me to the now-me, and the then-them, too.

[waitingonsunday]

You hit the nail on the head. I like my sister a lot and I wish we were closer (spatially and emotionally), but we just don't get a chance to talk that often. All the same, I do value and respect her opinion and it's nice to know she doesn't think less of me for being who I am. I actually didn't mention it to my brother, whom I only saw once on my trip, but since he's also friends with my boyfriend on Facebook and has seen the way we interact, I'm sure he's figured it out, too

[pax_athena]

<3
I'm glad your sister and her boyfriend had such a level reaction ...

[waitingonsunday]

Me, too. I only see them once or twice a year, but they're important to me and I'm glad I could share such a big part of myself with them.

[call_me_katya]

I read this when you posted it, but either read it in a daze or was blinded by your summery, hazy, timeless style as I thought you were harking back to old summers and that this conversation had happened a long time ago. I didn't realise you weren't 'out' [for want of a better word]. I'm glad they were all so... calm and ordinary, because it is calm and ordinary.

I read the article. I am disturbed by the noses of the cartoon people. And although this is not the message, I now want to see Bed Of Roses. Never seen it.

Remembering childhood firework displays, I don't think I ever oohed and aahed. I was a silent watcher. My brain and eyes were oohed, but my mouth didn't open. A reverent silence was my thing.

[waitingonsunday]

Heyyy, you just said a lot of nice things about my writing style. Thank you