Roommate: Han Solo.
Me: Mine too! Who’s your favorite Jedi?
Roommate: Han Solo when he cuts open the taun taun with Luke’s lightsaber.
Me: Excellent answer.” —
I wandered about barefoot. The grass was far too inviting not to. The leaves were mostly green and were only yellow round the edges. The mountains were turning yellow and, in the rising sun, were painted in warm golden-orange hues.
Now the hills are iron. The snow fell with fury tonight. The grass is gone forever, I think. I cannot handle winter in October. This is just not okay.
As opposed to my earliest robot memory?
My grandparents lived in an aprtment in Las Vegas that had a metal spiral stair case. I have a very, very old memory of walking (with assistance) down those stairs. When I recently related this memory to my uncle Don, he was surprised because based on when they lived there, I couldn’t have been more than a one-year-old. It’s funny, because my mental picture of all of this is literally fuzzy around the edges.
I also remember my Papaw’s viewing after he died. I was only two when that happened.
So here’s the envelope:
And here’s the goods:
My favorite part is “My sister is avalible for dating, she’s pritty.”
So, I had scheduled that last post for November 25th at 11:30 am. In other words, it was supposed to post on Thanksgiving morning. But it posted today. At 7:15. Boo.
Good news is, this Monday was Canadian Thanksgiving. Not that Yoda would care too much about that lesser day. But, I guess it mildly applies.
Look for a repost on Thanksgiving, I guess is where I’m going with all of this.