tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35868329.post6568133878045213015..comments2023-06-01T04:41:28.669-04:00Comments on an undercurrent of hostility: As if I had timeAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06944928044277724293noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35868329.post-37732607323774996742008-08-16T12:46:00.000-04:002008-08-16T12:46:00.000-04:00Just thinking about two girls in a room -- their o...Just thinking about two girls in a room -- their own room -- puts me in mind of my two sisters who are twins. When they were in high school they would clean their room infrequently, but together. And when they did it, it was an all day extravaganza of sorting and classifying. One sister would work her way through the chaos with every hat she ever owned on her head, one hat stacked on top of the other like Bartholomew and his million or billion hats. And both sisters seemed intent on reading through all the paper collected since that last cleaning. <BR/><BR/>Me as the oldest, I had only me, myself and I to work with in cleaning my room. Which I let go until the world was ready to break into pieces in some kind of crystallized agony of chaos. I see that E is making sure that there will be two of them to get through their stuff. But there is such a thing as TOO MUCH STUFF. Lucky me, I've got a large space to live in right now, and not much to put in it, and it's such a release and relief.<BR/><BR/>Speaking of not quite enough to fill a space, I'm starving and nearly shaking. A case of not enough to go around at a wedding lunch hours ago downtown -- and mostly carbohydrates. So let me go hunt up some more carbs -- cinnamon toast and cocoa, or something. MEAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35868329.post-34804560511806513972008-08-15T13:03:00.000-04:002008-08-15T13:03:00.000-04:00Beautiful story! Makes me think of the comic stri...Beautiful story! Makes me think of the comic strip, 'The Family Circus'Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35868329.post-64252925080646220752008-08-15T10:56:00.000-04:002008-08-15T10:56:00.000-04:00My first--also a girl--walked on her 10 month birt...My first--also a girl--walked on her 10 month birthday. In slippery, footed jammies on a hardwood floor, hands extended like an ice skater just taking the ice. She fell once, picked herself up, and never looked back. And I just love the story of Emma and Gwendolyn. I am the second of two sisters. There is nothing like sister bonding.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com