"My brother and I used to play a game. I'd point to a chair. "THIS IS NOT A CHAIR," I'd say.
Bird would point to the table. "THIS IS NOT A TABLE." "THIS IS NOT A WALL," I'd say. "THAT IS NOT A CEILING." We'd go on like that. "IT IS NOT RAINING OUT." "MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!" Bird would yell. I'd point to my elbow. "THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE." Bird would lift his knee. "THIS IS ALSO NOT A SCRAPE!" "THAT IS NOT A KETTLE!" "NOT A CUP!" "NOT A SPOON!" "NOT DIRTY DISHES!"
We denied whole rooms, years, weathers. Once, at the peak of our shouting, Bird took a deep breath.
At the top of his lungs, he shrieked: "I! HAVE NOT! BEEN! UNHAPPY! MY WHOLE! LIFE!"
"But you're only seven," I said." Nichole Kraus, from the History of Love.
The storms we've been having have, yet again, created a gorgeous contrast between the sky and the trees. Spring is such a vibrant season.
Do you have anything special planned for the weekend? I've been drinking loads of tea and
reading too many books. It's been lovely.