Over My Shoulder

I have new adventures to tell you. Pictures as well. Do you even know what I look like, anymore? I'll show you.

But for now I am remembering.

I remember watching Rabbit Proof Fence with my grandfather and crying when it ended. I remember him sitting me on his lap and rocking me and shushing me and telling me it was going to be alright. I was in my twenties, then.

Some years later I remember sitting by his bed, shushing him and telling him the same.

I also remember telling some of you about two dreams I had. It was almost a lifetime ago:

in the first, there was a man who wanted to murder all of his daughters. he had several. i was one of them. there were two of us left and we were twins, on the run together. in the end we constructed a clever escape with the unwitting help of two trickster fieldsmen. they aided us in making hideouts from corn husks. we destroyed the one they told us to use and left the other for ourselves. we eventually emerged, we were victorious. 

in the second i was hard knock life. off in the snow somewhere, and due at some function but dreading it. my handbag did not match my shoes, if you get my drift. socioeconomic stratification that did not behoove me. made me aware of a tear in my dress or something. plus, there was snow as far as the eye could see.

i found myself in a limousine with a man outside knocking on the window. i rolled down the window to find a huge mafioso looking gent in a three piece suit. my fairy godfather, he told me that i could summon him whenever i needed his assistance just by making a certain hand signal. 

moments later, when i found myself on some snowy corner somewhere lost and confused, there he was in a shiny camaro to pick me up.

i never made it to the ball and didn't want to.

which reminds me. i used to jump rope to this little rhyme:

cinderella
dressed in yella
went upstairs to kiss her fella
made a mistake and kissed a snake
how many doctors did it take?
one, two, three... 

the rope turners would speed up. survival of the fittest. more doctors meant you were better at it. i suppose it meant that the snake was more venomous, too. by some strange logic, that works for me. a lesson for the little ones in all of us:

don't kiss snakes. be certain of your footing. make your mistakes, but make them worthwhile.