Rolling back around again. How are you doing? I’m starting to get airport-brained now that Spring break is coming up. Over the weekend, I had a friend over to watch Rosemary’s Baby since she hadn’t heard of it and didn’t know the twist. Nobody I mention it to has heard of it, I think the British just don’t know about it. It was fun to watch her not knowing what was happening, she joke-guessed the twist and I had to keep my mouth shut. It was very cool.
Yesterday I had a different friend over to watch a Monster High movie. It was fang-tastic. I don’t think we watched any of the movies as kids, but Mom says we had Frankie, Clawdeen, Draculaura, Lagoona, and Spectra Vondergeist (my favorite). I went on the Flickr last night to look for that picture of you as a toothless six-month-old inhaling that turkey sandwich (such a delightful picture) and found some great gems. This may be my favorite picture of you ever: goddammit never mind it won’t upload. Maybe the website, maybe because I’m on campus right now. The WiFi here’s always spotty. Anyway it’s you at about 1 reaching towards a line of Pinkie Pies at an excellent angle.
I did too sad after a bit too. There’s a few photos of us in Florida where I’m with Grandma and Pappy and the Mikell cousins as a three year old. Like, I keep thinking, where did they go? There’s also some pictures of Mom and Mom in court where Mom(Mel)’s adopting baby-me, and another where I’m wearing a yarmulke labeled ‘Jewish baby’. Where did she go? Where did everything go? I don’t like thinking about it too much. On a lighter note, that giant blowup waterslide thing we had was so cool. I miss that thing.
I got a lot of work done this week. I’m doing better this last stretch than I thought. I’m really tired though and just wanna sleep. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re feeling about the same right now. It’s warm out now and I want to lie in the backyard with a book. Doesn’t help that I have bought more books than convenient for my two-suitcase lifestyle. I was at a church book sale this morning. It will be a heavy time at the airport. See, I’m thinking about the airport again. It’s my eternal frenemy.
Anyway. I love you Soren. It was both nostalgic and difficult to look at old pictures that much. You’re never much older in my mind. My friend was talking about her baby sister and I wanted to come back with stories about you (hence the turkey sandwich). But I have nothing to say about college-aged siblings. We live between time. Un-anchored to linear time, anchored to an eternal foggy past. I miss you.
With love,
Alice