No, YOU are relative

(a relative, to me, that is ... nevermind)

Dear Sister,
So, I had another post planned, but because I'm sick I couldn't get it done. So here's a short, less coherent one instead.

Hey, it's almost Fall! The weather is getting snappy. Crispy? Hm. Anyway, I've put one layer of quilts on my bed. Soccer has started (though, as you're well aware, in our family it never really ends.) The CSA is sending more squash and less greens, and as a result I've started making soups and stews instead of stir frys and egg rolls. I pulled out the leggings this week, and not just because I didn't have time to shave my legs. School has started (more on that in the next post).

Let's see, what else ...


apples!


tomatoes in a box!


tomatoes in a pot!


and hey, tomatoes in a can!

Oh, and in case you didn't catch it before - I have a cold. (Bad pun, not intended.) So, it must be Fall. If you'll excuse me now, I have to go blow my nose. Again.

Love,
your thi-ter (as said with a congestion accent)

Time is Relative...

Dear Sister,

            Good news: I’m alive! Okay, well, I mean, my vitality was never really in question, but I am sorry that I’ve somewhat disappeared. I just checked the date of the last time you wrote—holy smokes does time fly! Here’s the thing: if my life were a movie (which it obviously should be), I’m in the montage phase of it. It  looks a little like this (apparently I really like colons today):

            Shot of car jam packed full of stuff. Girl, parents, moving stuff into almost empty apartment. Girl sleeping on air mattress in empty living room. Girl meeting everyone at the restaurant (and being awkward and shy, because, well, girl is me). Girl wandering shyly around radio studio. Girl putting together real bed. Girl sleeping proudly on real bed! Girl and a roommate wander around Target, debating whether or not to get hand towels and deep fryer (hand towels yes, deep fryer no). Girl working at restaurant. Girl listening from sound booth to interview, then later banging her head against the wall as she stares at a screen of audio waves on her computer. Girl and roommate having wine. Girl running (for exercise, not from anyone). Girl at restaurant. Girl staring at audio waves. Girl sleeping in bed with new sheets! REPEAT last five steps.

            But, on the plus side, at the end of the montage something good usually happens right? Like girl meets boy or girl gets promoted or...actually, I guess are usually the two main things that happen in movies. I’d be happy with either!

            Oh, one last thing. Birthday Card #3! (you are supposed to be getting about one a week...not sure how good my timing has been though...)

Sorry the images are a little blurry, I used my phone because, well...I can't find my camera. Anyway...it says "Being one day older only matters if you're a banana." And there really is a present coming, I swear. (Although if there is something you want or need, let me know...if not, I've got some ideas of my own!)

love,

your midst-of-a-montage sister