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good to hear. I can't imagine how scary that was.
Wow...and you were JUST there. sigh it's at least looking better now though right? I mean it's under control, he'll be okay.
Wow...what the heck happened if you don't mind me asking? That's not just 'in the hospital', that sounds serious.
:( ok i hope hes all right...
I frowned slightly at his question, but hid by taking a quick sip. He did seem light hearted, at ease despite my exasperation and worry. “I brought home a couple guys in high school. You know how it is, back then you always think they’re the perfect one. But anything serious?” I shrugged, unsure how to go on with the conversation with a male. But anyone serious? Nah. And hey, if they can’t take this kind of crazy then they aren’t for me anyway. This place holds a lot of comfort for me. Seeing my grandparents around, still together, reminds me love used to mean something to people. And being around so many kids brings an innocence to the table that you don’t get outside these fences.”
I paused, suddenly looking over at him with a grin. “Don’t get me wrong, I like my alone, quiet time which is why I moved out, but even you have to admit there’s something about having a place, or rather people, you can always fall back on. Your sister, or maybe a girlfriend back home…?” Hey, if he was going to ask then so was I. “You’re cute, I wouldn’t picture you as the single type. And you look a little older than me, too. Very manly features,” I went on, struggling to keep back a giggle. “What, twenty-six?” Today I can’t believe I was bold enough to make such a statement, but I assumed he was just a kind soul passing through the country. Nothing would happen between us, why not tease a little? Anything to get a smile out of those I was talking to...especially Peter.
I paused, suddenly looking over at him with a grin. “Don’t get me wrong, I like my alone, quiet time which is why I moved out, but even you have to admit there’s something about having a place, or rather people, you can always fall back on. Your sister, or maybe a girlfriend back home…?” Hey, if he was going to ask then so was I. “You’re cute, I wouldn’t picture you as the single type. And you look a little older than me, too. Very manly features,” I went on, struggling to keep back a giggle. “What, twenty-six?” Today I can’t believe I was bold enough to make such a statement, but I assumed he was just a kind soul passing through the country. Nothing would happen between us, why not tease a little? Anything to get a smile out of those I was talking to...especially Peter.
I thought this was a really interesting article, was thinking you all would think so too. Anybody else see this?
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/06/19/science/researching-the-brain-of-writers.html?_r=0
Not just when the author talks about what parts of the brain are used when writing, but I particularly thought it cool that experienced writers use a different part of the brain- as if they are hearing the words in their mind instead of watching a movie. Makes total sense, I see my stories through words, carefully picking adjectives and such during the planning process. I'd love see/read more about the parts of the brain used when someone is doing other forms of art...
ps- if my brain is being given the same workout as an athlete is while I write, can this count as a daily workout ;) If only it worked that way...
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/06/19/science/researching-the-brain-of-writers.html?_r=0
Not just when the author talks about what parts of the brain are used when writing, but I particularly thought it cool that experienced writers use a different part of the brain- as if they are hearing the words in their mind instead of watching a movie. Makes total sense, I see my stories through words, carefully picking adjectives and such during the planning process. I'd love see/read more about the parts of the brain used when someone is doing other forms of art...
ps- if my brain is being given the same workout as an athlete is while I write, can this count as a daily workout ;) If only it worked that way...
“Oh, me too! With-“ I started, but Mom interrupted me.
“I know, caramel creamer,” Julia said with a small wave of her hand before heading to the kitchen.
As sure as I was that Peter felt uncomfortable, I for one didn’t mind the situation as much. It wasn’t that I loved being squished against his side, though I did notice the warmth it gave…I was just used to being in a crowd in that house, on that couch. When we watched a movie there would usually be someone in my lap and another sitting on the arm of the couch. I didn’t go to Mother’s a ton since I’d moved out, but it was enough that I still felt at home there.
“I’m sorry about them,” I whispered, crossing my legs now that there was more room on the couch. “About all this. You should have said no to the coffee, we could have gotten you out of here.” As soon as Mom brought the mugs I stood, wrapping my hands around the steaming cup. “Uh…Peter, why don’t we head out to the back porch?” I knew nobody would say no to us spending time alone.
Besides, I didn’t get him much choice. I put a hand on his forearm and pulled him through the kitchen and onto the weather worn painted porch. It was dark by now, a few of those special lamps that keep bugs away lit. With a small sigh I sat down on the sing bench, the metal chains holding it up creaking with every movement. “It was getting stuffy in there. Look I really am sorry. I didn’t intend for this to turn into a crowded mess. I’m sure you were looking forward to not being around a lot of people in a place like this,” I said, looking over at him with an apologetic smile. “I hope you at least got something out of it. What did you think? Be perfectly honest, I won't take offense!”
“I know, caramel creamer,” Julia said with a small wave of her hand before heading to the kitchen.
As sure as I was that Peter felt uncomfortable, I for one didn’t mind the situation as much. It wasn’t that I loved being squished against his side, though I did notice the warmth it gave…I was just used to being in a crowd in that house, on that couch. When we watched a movie there would usually be someone in my lap and another sitting on the arm of the couch. I didn’t go to Mother’s a ton since I’d moved out, but it was enough that I still felt at home there.
“I’m sorry about them,” I whispered, crossing my legs now that there was more room on the couch. “About all this. You should have said no to the coffee, we could have gotten you out of here.” As soon as Mom brought the mugs I stood, wrapping my hands around the steaming cup. “Uh…Peter, why don’t we head out to the back porch?” I knew nobody would say no to us spending time alone.
Besides, I didn’t get him much choice. I put a hand on his forearm and pulled him through the kitchen and onto the weather worn painted porch. It was dark by now, a few of those special lamps that keep bugs away lit. With a small sigh I sat down on the sing bench, the metal chains holding it up creaking with every movement. “It was getting stuffy in there. Look I really am sorry. I didn’t intend for this to turn into a crowded mess. I’m sure you were looking forward to not being around a lot of people in a place like this,” I said, looking over at him with an apologetic smile. “I hope you at least got something out of it. What did you think? Be perfectly honest, I won't take offense!”
I immediately blushed at his assumption, despite knowing it was a joke. “Okay, okay, I might have not exactly been honest about my family and its size. Yes it’s just my mother’s parents and her brother but then they have children, and some of them have children…” I shrugged, nervously looking back toward the house. “No, not all of these are related to me but you know how it is. Kids want to bring over other kids, and if there’s a big meal then why not invite others? The more the merrier, right?”
I assumed this wasn’t exactly his style, but perhaps for one night it wouldn’t be so bad. Everyone needed human interaction and got lonely, so I hoped one day he would look bad at this as a good memory to chuckle at. As I’d already dropped Sammy off earlier in the day he was there too, but too distracted with a three year old on his back to come say hello.
“Is this him?” A woman with the same narrow face and bright smile as Alice came down the steps, immediately pulling her daughter into a half hug while still looking at Peter.
“Yes, this is Peter MacDonald. Peter, this is my mother Julia. Um…over there on the porch is my Uncle Kevin. My grandpa is the one in the plaid shirt, his name is Benjamin but I just call him Papaw. And my cousins Claire, Meagan, and Josiah are the ones that just ran in the house… Uncle Kevin’s wife Abigail is somewhere around here…” I said, looking through the mess in front of us. It wasn’t worth going through the ones that weren’t related to me, he probably wouldn’t remember the names I ‘d just given him.
“She’s in the kitchen with your grandmother,” Julia said, reaching out to shake Peter’s hand. At least she didn’t go straight for the hug like some of my family did.
“Now Mom he’s just here to see a few pictures, eat, and hear a little history on this place. Please don’t-“
My mother just rolled her eyes, gently pushing me toward the house I’d grown up in. “Why don’t you go help in the kitchen, we’ll all be in there to eat soon. The table needs to be set too. We have the big one in the dining room, then I set up a couple card tables in the living room,” she told me.
‘I’m sorry,’ I mouthed to Peter with an apologetic smile before leaving. On my way in one of my nieces tugged on my dress, forcing me to pick her up before going inside.
“I promise we don’t bite. I just figured why fix all the food for only a few people? Besides, the kids were so loud that the neighbors knew something was going on. Nothin’ picture worthy here, but Alice thought you could use some company after working all week,” Julia said, bringing him to the porch. “I take it by the look on your face this isn’t what you expected,” she smirked, looking at him kindly. “I can make the kids eat out on the picnic table in the backyard, it’ll help with the noise.”
I assumed this wasn’t exactly his style, but perhaps for one night it wouldn’t be so bad. Everyone needed human interaction and got lonely, so I hoped one day he would look bad at this as a good memory to chuckle at. As I’d already dropped Sammy off earlier in the day he was there too, but too distracted with a three year old on his back to come say hello.
“Is this him?” A woman with the same narrow face and bright smile as Alice came down the steps, immediately pulling her daughter into a half hug while still looking at Peter.
“Yes, this is Peter MacDonald. Peter, this is my mother Julia. Um…over there on the porch is my Uncle Kevin. My grandpa is the one in the plaid shirt, his name is Benjamin but I just call him Papaw. And my cousins Claire, Meagan, and Josiah are the ones that just ran in the house… Uncle Kevin’s wife Abigail is somewhere around here…” I said, looking through the mess in front of us. It wasn’t worth going through the ones that weren’t related to me, he probably wouldn’t remember the names I ‘d just given him.
“She’s in the kitchen with your grandmother,” Julia said, reaching out to shake Peter’s hand. At least she didn’t go straight for the hug like some of my family did.
“Now Mom he’s just here to see a few pictures, eat, and hear a little history on this place. Please don’t-“
My mother just rolled her eyes, gently pushing me toward the house I’d grown up in. “Why don’t you go help in the kitchen, we’ll all be in there to eat soon. The table needs to be set too. We have the big one in the dining room, then I set up a couple card tables in the living room,” she told me.
‘I’m sorry,’ I mouthed to Peter with an apologetic smile before leaving. On my way in one of my nieces tugged on my dress, forcing me to pick her up before going inside.
“I promise we don’t bite. I just figured why fix all the food for only a few people? Besides, the kids were so loud that the neighbors knew something was going on. Nothin’ picture worthy here, but Alice thought you could use some company after working all week,” Julia said, bringing him to the porch. “I take it by the look on your face this isn’t what you expected,” she smirked, looking at him kindly. “I can make the kids eat out on the picnic table in the backyard, it’ll help with the noise.”
that's okay. My sis is over, I'm not quite as impatient as usual ;)
Oh no it's ok i had won it for free anyway. The team of kids I coach all shoot a certain kind, I didn't need it anymore :)
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