This is how my father-in-law ate his slice of pizza. I asked him why he rolled it up, and he said, “It’s just easier to eat that way.” Then he put a pepper on top so it would “look pretty.” This was so strange to me, but immediately afterward, Justin did the same thing. They’re so fun.
We kind of bullied her into trying an oyster. She slid it into her mouth and had this look on her face – we all worried that she might spit it out. Finally, she swallowed it and said, “I loved it.” I was so proud, for some reason.
I curled up on the couch with two homemade blankets and a small black cat. I listened to the world outside of the screen door – the fountain, a friendly car horn (beep-beep-beep-beep-beep… beep-beep), a motorcycle, birds chirping. For some reason I thought of visiting my great-uncle’s house in Mexico as a child, and how he had so many trinkets on glass shelves, and how I had thought to myself that he must have been very wealthy, because he had a real tile floor instead of dirt.
We talked over coffee and I felt like she was a mirror image of me at a younger age. At the end of the hour, she said, “We’re like sisters from another mister!” And I loved her even more.
I went into the store for toilet paper and Q-tips. I left with a basketful of sweaters, nail polish, pajamas, slippers, and doodads three hours later. Thank goodness I didn’t go to the office supplies section.
I woke up in the middle of the night, shrieking at the top of my lungs, to Justin shaking me and telling me, “Baby! It’s just a dream! I’m here! I’m here!” It was the “I’m here” part that calmed me down the most.
I told Justin that I have always thought of my sister as “the pretty one.” I spent my life wishing I had her beauty, and I don’t think she even knows it.
I fell asleep reading Moby Dick, after giggling at some parts and falling in love with Ishmael. I think I’ve reached my full nerd potential.
I hope you all are having a wonderful weekend! 🙂