Re-connecting
I've been shopping the past days and finding it very enjoyable. I have found lovely gifts for friends and family (and some stuff for me) (ofcourse:))... But it's been pleasant. I've met up with no one in particular, but people seem to be friendly and enjoying the season for the most part.
The Christmas lights are up ~ and coming home to them last night was invigorating. I love seeing the houses in the neighborhood twinkling in the snow.
I was thinking this morning about this guy I usually run into around Christmas. For some reason there are a certain few from my past for no particular reason I will see to exchange pleasantries with. This one I mentioned is named Trent. I went to to school with his brothers ... and his sister, too, I spose, but she was just little. In a school like the one I attended you go to school with everyone, from Kindergarten through High School. It was small and everything was combined in a way. But I love meeting up with Trent, such a sweet handsome fellow with great energy. I hope I see him again.
I remember being at their house when in 5th grade. We had a class campout in their backyard (which was acres and acres...) And the house was custom designed and built by their father. It was a castle, truly huge, and magical ~ logs on the outside and inside tongue in groove siding through out. The space was efficient and every corner utilized, but still roomy and so home-y even in it's enormity. I had never imagined putting kid's beds on stilts, but they made them that way, and the children would climb a ladder to go to sleep. It never occurred to me then that I went to school with the obscenely wealthy. It was like going to amusement parks to play at these places, and then to return to my own home,.... a little more excited about the potential of things..
But the year we camped out I was with my best friend Kathy who I loved so dearly and still do. I still miss her and look for her sometimes in the ethers of the internet.... But, she and I, we shared our own tent and chattered and whispered in the night. After a few days we got tired of being dirty and went to the creek to wash with bar soap, where we ended up with leeches and sticky hair. One night I can remember there was kind of a ruckus and the barn lights were on... we must have fallen asleep outside because I saw stars and the moon when I woke a little. I saw Kathy get up and leave, but I fell right back to sleep. In the morning I found out that a foal had been born. She got to see it and I missed it. I missed missing it and still do. But was happy for her ~ It was a memory she carries of that trip that I will never have. She is unique from me in that way. In many ways, she is unique, ofcourse, but when you are young it doesn't occur to you until later that the friends in your childhood are separate from you with their own perceptions of the past. You don't learn that 'til later....
I have a wonderful memories of being with Kathy. In the morning, she would get to school early to meet me and we would trade clothes ~ I would put on what she wore and she would put on what I had worn. One time I cut her hair with my school scissors and her mother, our gym teacher, didn't get mad at all ~ We all wanted layers like Farrah Fawcett. We used to hyperventilate and squeeze each other 'til we passed out, and come back to tell what visions we saw (uh, her mom did put a stop to that...). Once I spent the night and she knocked me over on the steps and held me down to unhook my bra, I was terrified because she was so strong, but then she jumped off the steps laughing. I was such a girly-girl and she so rough and rowdy, but both so wild and ornery. It felt like what having a sister would be like. I have sisters, but they are older and like mothers or aunts to me. She was my opposite and also my same.
I read last year that Trent's dad died. I was saddened to learn about that, and I hope I can tell him that I remember his dad and the things he built.
It overwhelms me, the thought of the energy we put into building a whole life.
The Christmas lights are up ~ and coming home to them last night was invigorating. I love seeing the houses in the neighborhood twinkling in the snow.
I was thinking this morning about this guy I usually run into around Christmas. For some reason there are a certain few from my past for no particular reason I will see to exchange pleasantries with. This one I mentioned is named Trent. I went to to school with his brothers ... and his sister, too, I spose, but she was just little. In a school like the one I attended you go to school with everyone, from Kindergarten through High School. It was small and everything was combined in a way. But I love meeting up with Trent, such a sweet handsome fellow with great energy. I hope I see him again.
I remember being at their house when in 5th grade. We had a class campout in their backyard (which was acres and acres...) And the house was custom designed and built by their father. It was a castle, truly huge, and magical ~ logs on the outside and inside tongue in groove siding through out. The space was efficient and every corner utilized, but still roomy and so home-y even in it's enormity. I had never imagined putting kid's beds on stilts, but they made them that way, and the children would climb a ladder to go to sleep. It never occurred to me then that I went to school with the obscenely wealthy. It was like going to amusement parks to play at these places, and then to return to my own home,.... a little more excited about the potential of things..
But the year we camped out I was with my best friend Kathy who I loved so dearly and still do. I still miss her and look for her sometimes in the ethers of the internet.... But, she and I, we shared our own tent and chattered and whispered in the night. After a few days we got tired of being dirty and went to the creek to wash with bar soap, where we ended up with leeches and sticky hair. One night I can remember there was kind of a ruckus and the barn lights were on... we must have fallen asleep outside because I saw stars and the moon when I woke a little. I saw Kathy get up and leave, but I fell right back to sleep. In the morning I found out that a foal had been born. She got to see it and I missed it. I missed missing it and still do. But was happy for her ~ It was a memory she carries of that trip that I will never have. She is unique from me in that way. In many ways, she is unique, ofcourse, but when you are young it doesn't occur to you until later that the friends in your childhood are separate from you with their own perceptions of the past. You don't learn that 'til later....
I have a wonderful memories of being with Kathy. In the morning, she would get to school early to meet me and we would trade clothes ~ I would put on what she wore and she would put on what I had worn. One time I cut her hair with my school scissors and her mother, our gym teacher, didn't get mad at all ~ We all wanted layers like Farrah Fawcett. We used to hyperventilate and squeeze each other 'til we passed out, and come back to tell what visions we saw (uh, her mom did put a stop to that...). Once I spent the night and she knocked me over on the steps and held me down to unhook my bra, I was terrified because she was so strong, but then she jumped off the steps laughing. I was such a girly-girl and she so rough and rowdy, but both so wild and ornery. It felt like what having a sister would be like. I have sisters, but they are older and like mothers or aunts to me. She was my opposite and also my same.
I read last year that Trent's dad died. I was saddened to learn about that, and I hope I can tell him that I remember his dad and the things he built.
It overwhelms me, the thought of the energy we put into building a whole life.
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