The ebb and flow
I think what I always loved was how we ebbed and flowed. It never really mattered how many of us were together or when. Our experiences were what made us. Sometimes I feel like I was the one that flaked out on everyone. But then again maybe that's because I was the oldest and had to go first.
I digress. Catie's reminiscing reminded me of hanging out with Garrett after I moved back home and how free I thought he was. Which made me think of running over his foot in Lesley's car. Which then made me think of the time I was with Elly at the country club and dove into the pool naked.
You don't realize how much of your life is wrapped up in so many places in one small town. Bohemian rhapsody head banging, yelling at guys from the car, swimming all day then hanging out all night, shifting whose house we were at, and the writing. Volumes of poems, stories and dreams. What story would all of these together tell about our lives, about each other apart and separate?
I wish my memories didn't all blur together sometimes. I think of snippets of moments, screaming contests on dusty country roads, driving endlessly in various cars, picnics, jumping on haybales, running across wheat fields, tangos, the list is endless. I am so glad to have been a part of something so wonderfully vivacious. And even more pleased at everyone finding one another, even if we are one short.
I digress. Catie's reminiscing reminded me of hanging out with Garrett after I moved back home and how free I thought he was. Which made me think of running over his foot in Lesley's car. Which then made me think of the time I was with Elly at the country club and dove into the pool naked.
You don't realize how much of your life is wrapped up in so many places in one small town. Bohemian rhapsody head banging, yelling at guys from the car, swimming all day then hanging out all night, shifting whose house we were at, and the writing. Volumes of poems, stories and dreams. What story would all of these together tell about our lives, about each other apart and separate?
I wish my memories didn't all blur together sometimes. I think of snippets of moments, screaming contests on dusty country roads, driving endlessly in various cars, picnics, jumping on haybales, running across wheat fields, tangos, the list is endless. I am so glad to have been a part of something so wonderfully vivacious. And even more pleased at everyone finding one another, even if we are one short.
posted by Jen Nuessen at 11:51 AM
6 Comments:
These posts are so fabulous, but when I got to this one and read about you running over Garrett's foot I just HOWLED with laughter. I too remember that one like it happened last night and I also remember Garrett proving to everyone that he was all right by legging it around a huge tree four or five times. HAA!
HAHAHA! you ran over garrett's foot?!?! ohhhhhhhhh, good grief... that's just funny. Even I haven't done THAT one... :)
"I also remember Garrett proving to everyone that he was all right by legging it around a huge tree four or five times. HAA!"
Oh. My. GOD. The hilarity!
Yes, I remember that! We ALL felt so bad -- I think I even thought that I was the one who ran over his foot at one point. And yes, I remember him running around the tree to prove he was all right. Hmmmm, Garrett? Do you remember this? Were you really ok? :)
Yes, I remember that too! Now someone hand me my cane and my morphine injection!
Oh, the humanity! And sorry Lesley, but it's kinda funny that you projected her guilt onto yourself. Such empathy!
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