The Good Ship Bitsnbobs (this blog) has been listing dangerously to starboard recently. So, in the spirit of “if you can’t beat them join them up into a list," this month – August - i am listing. This is, sort of, explained here.
1. “And if she didn’t mean anything, then why
did you mention it?”
“I’m just making conversation”.
“I’m your sister, Judd. You don’t make
conversation with your sister. You wanted to say her name.”
2. ….and you can hazard any number of guesses
as to what business they might be tending to in the soft focus of these hushed
morning hours when the day is taking its first tentative breaths.
3. I crawl under my covers and drift off to
sleep, still feeling the warm spot where she lay on my chest.
4. He lumbers out of the room with the
unhurried gait of a circus elephant.
5. Her smile fills the car.
6. Penny wordlessly wraps her fingers around
my elbow as we walk, and when I look at her she looks right back at me, daring
me. There has been no time in your life that you wouldn’t have killed for a
girl like this to look at you like that. Then she does, and something in you
doesn’t respond and you realize that you don’t understand yourself any better
than you understand anyone else.
7. I look at her, wondering what it is about
her that makes me want to simultaneously devote my life to her and get as far
away from her as I can possibly get.
8. You’re terrified of being alone. Anything
you do now will be motivated by that fear. You have to stop worrying about
finding love again. It will come when it comes. Get comfortable with being
alone. It will empower you.
9. “Peter. You didn’t need that kind of
headache anyway.”
He shakes his head and smiles faintly. “
I’m seventy-two years old. I drink my coffee alone every morning, and I fall
asleep with the T.V. on every night.” He smailes. “There are headaches, and
there are headaches.”
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