We went to the Trumble's church this morning.
I went in and got a cup of coffee; so nice to just pour it and drink it. Before the music started, I took out my notebook.
"Are you going to write again?" Ephraim said disapprovingly.
"Ephraim, I have two ears. I can write and listen." Then, realizing this didn't quite make sense, I added, "My right ear listens to my writing and my left ear listens to the sermon!" That, still... isn't quite right.
"Havilah, you need to learn some biology. Both ears connect to one part of your brain." Now neither of us were making sense, so I knew we were just bantering. (Especially since we were bantering last time I asked him about biology.)
Hm, I thought, Better abandon the whole "two ears" thing.
"Okay, okay. I listen with both ears and my mind thinks. There are two halves of my brain! With one of them I listen, and with one of them I write."
"Hav--that doesn't make sense!" Of course I couldn't argue with this, so I opened my book and added on to a poem I made before. The first part sounded happy and the other part sounded guilty and sad, so as much as I like both parts I'm going to have to fix that.
Asaph is coming! I keep getting excited because... I used to think it's because I wanted someone more lively than Ephraim to do fun things with, but then I figured it's because I miss Asaph. I miss Zuriel, too, you see, and she's not much more talkative than Ephraim. And every time I think of a different person in the family, I think, "Oh man, that's the person I miss the very most." And then someone else pops into my head and I think, "Oh badness, that person I miss more!" But if it cycles back, I miss the first person the most again, and pretty soon I'm thinking of every person I know and imagining doing all kinds of things that I did with them and then feeling sad. I think Ephraim feels under-appreciated.
I sometimes think, "I only have one friend outside my family." Then I add, "Well, near enough to see every now and again." Then, "That I see more than once a month." And then I add qualifications and so on, till I realize, "My badness. I know a whole lot of people. I think I'm going to email them now. I miss them."
That's the thing that happens to you when you live in so many different places all your life. I really like having known so many people.
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ok ya this one i did read last night! Love the convo bout the writing in church and the eyes n the ears ha ha ;) BTW Lullabye used to draw in church during service and her dad has asked her not to. Idk if that means she cannot draw at her youth group on Tuesdays or not idk but anyway so you write she draws. She does write too but mostly an artist with her drawings. Now I think i am caught up except for a post you may make tonight in the library I think you said is when you get on here. Excited for next post. Ha! now you will have to scroll down n look at any replies from me if they are okayed & show up! :) ;)Oh i keep saying I am gonna write y'all and get it in the mail tonight so you can get it hopefully by thurs or fri as i know thurs Asaph supposed to get there via Wayne! ;) keep us posted! OH another q i forgot to ask.... you mentioned the pile in the living room. & you mentioned the bags of debri you tossing in the garbage from the demo job, so I was wondering if you got all the stuff put outside the house? Sometimes people just make a huge pile outside the house until they get a big truck or trailer or dumpster, as to get all the junk out of the house. Anyway let me know if you got ALL the ickies out of the house, the sooner the better. (ya know i am somewhat a germaphobe) love auntie Linda
oh Havi - I love the going back in forth cycling through all the folx you miss! :) ;)
And one friend that you see about once a year;)
But who thinks of you everyday.
And each visit has some memories wonderful enough to last until the next.
Like sleeping in my sweet, cozy, soft, comfortable Buick with those nice lamps shining in through the windows like nightlights.
--OR--
Like sleeping in my Buick trying to curl up just right in the seats so that our backs didn't break off and burying our faces in our thiwubas so that the lights didn't blind us and we might be able to get a wink of sleep after nearly laughing ourselves to death.
Anyway.
;)
Love you!
--McKennaugh Vicuna
Haha McKennaugh!
"--OR--" So dramatic. :)
We didn't exactly laugh ourselves to death, but I was rubbing my stomach in pain every night till my laughing muscles grew. Thiwubas are good, aren't they? I'm going to make me another after the original pattern. I decided I still like yours better.
Yeah Auntie Linda, I am just the opposite. I write a lot and sometimes draw the second-main character. Never the main character, I might mess him up. But the second.
We're putting the garbage in a dumpster we just rented, so it's not a problem any more. And little by little, we're moving stuff from the living room to the garage. That's the usable wood.
Love Havilah
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