Monday, April 24, 2006

My little sister is probably the best thing my parents ever gave me.

Iris and Hazel, blythe and bonny, tummies to Te Papa's duck poo covered steps, dabbling their hands to feel the slime on the wet step below.
"Eww, slimy! Feel it Iris."
"That's yuck. Not eat it."
"Not eat it, not drink it, not put it on your head."
"No, not put it on my head!"
The ducks looked well (none told me of viral symptoms) but I got the girls to use the alcohol gel cleanser I keep in my handbag anyway. Hazel and Iris just like to do stuff together, and I want them to be able to for as long as possible. We'd had lunch with my friend whose sister died. I lost one of my friends, her parents lost half their daughters, but she lost all her sisters.

Tonight my sister and I were designing our dream retirement village on the phone. It'd have people come in and teach crafts (materials covered in the cost of the course), lots of roleplayers, a good library and interloans, and it would be very high tech. Whatever that means then. I now understand why my first cousins twice removed built their own retirement village, it means they got the pool and the bushwalks that they wanted. Oh yeah, I want a pool and bushwalks too.


Blogger Cate said...

So many thoughts swirling in my head about this post. My heart breaks over the loss of your friend's sister, but I treasure the description (and transcription) of Iris and Hazel! I also love that you and your sister were designing your dream retirment village--can you book me a spot? You never fail to amaze me with your fun, quirky approach to life! I think I'm gonna write about my dream retirement village in my journal today. Thanks for the inspiration! xo

11:45 PM  
Blogger susan said...

Oddly enough I don't experience it as quirky. We are each our own standard case.

10:47 PM  
Blogger Cate said...

Oh, I didn't mean "quirky" as bad! Maybe I mean "creative?" Or "unique?" But you're right--we are each our own standard! I just esp. enjoy yours! xo

4:20 AM  
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9:52 PM  
Blogger susan said...

I never thought you might mean "quirky" as a bad thing. I like quirky stuff and you wouldn't keep reading this if you didn't like it (let alone making very kind comments).

But I feel it's a bit off that I don't get to appreciate the quirkiness of stuff that I generate. I guess it's like not being able to tickle oneself.

10:14 PM  
Anonymous RUTH (the little sister in question) said...

I'm catching up with your blog today and I came across this.

I now have a quiet glow.

12:54 PM  
Anonymous RUTH said...

K thinks what Hazel and Iris said is very, very, very funny.

12:30 PM  

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