Obligatory meme moment:
I should point out this was shared in my rockhound group on Facebook. Because yeah, rocks, crystals, yada yada. Most of us snarked on the Coyote-Roadrunner aspect, but the one true rockhound of the bunch wondered how he’d get this one home.
And we all sat back kind of wondering the same thing. Because in that group, it’s see rock, take it home.
I feel like I’ve got rocks in my head this week. Allergies are off the scale, so I went back to taking my allergy meds. Working great to help with the sniffly-sneezles. Not so great for being conscious.
Neither is trying to answer the avalanche of letters from my cousin.
I feel guilty for not replying to her letters, but I literally average getting three a week from her. And the most exciting part of every missive is that it was cold and windy where she lived. An entire page, in her nearly-impossible-to-decipher itty-bitty handwriting, was various ways of saying the same damned thing. And the rest is how busy she is organizing her stuff. Her doesn’t-work and lives-in-a-tiny-apartment-with-nothing stuff. I have a tough time relating enough to give her any kind of response. My life is spent working, writing books, illustrating, designing, helping my kid with her wedding and business, and so on. I can’t fathom spending my entire life organizing a tiny apartment. But she’s happy with it, so more power to her.
When I write to her, I attempt to say something both coherent and worth reading. Not to mention legible. (Admittedly I use my computer to write. Can’t hand-write anything any more because my hands won’t make it through a single paragraph.) It’s hard for me to reply when I know she doesn’t understand what I’m writing. I don’t mean the terminology, I mean she can’t grasp the scope of what I do. Or maybe she thinks I’m lying and don’t really do all that.
It makes me appreciate what I have, don’t get me wrong. It makes me grateful. I know despite some challenges, we’re truly blessed.
I remember a relative of ours who wrote that way~every minute detail of her life from the time she woke up until she went to bed. Now thinking back, I think she was just lonely. Probably waited anxiously to hear back from my family, to read about what people do outside of her home. I expect she looks forward to a letter from you.
Happy Thanksgiving.
I know that’s my cousin’s issue too. She had a nervous breakdown a while back but she was never right, so she’s always felt isolated. I talked to her about coming out here to visit – was thinking to drive and get her – but she went into a panic attack at the thought.
Probably a good thing. I’m not sure how long I could handle her face-to-face.
Happy Thanksgiving!