Mortaine’s Blog

Hrmph.

John is going Jeeping.

I have 2 cats. Baycon and Kublacon are that weekend.

Kublacon is too expensive (con reg + hotel at $100/night + cat care for the weekend). I mean, I suppose it’s not, but it is.
Baycon isn’t as much fun as I used to find it. I might get a con badge and go for a day, though.

Don’t know what I’ll do all weekend. Crafts, maybe. Maybe I’ll have the Big Craft Weekend, and invite everyone to come over to do crafts all weekend long….

I am drafting out what I want to write in my scrapbook pages about Holly, my best friend. This text will go on the left-hand page, with very early photos of her, including a classic old black and white that looks like it’s from a Girl Scout campout, though I can’t for the life of me figure out which one.

Holly’s my best friend, and has been since I was six and she was seven. We met through Girl Scouts, which became a huge part of how we could spend time together after she and her family moved out of the school district. Holly is the only person I’ve ever been comfortable just sitting around on a couch reading books with, and we share a lot of the same taste in fiction.

I found this old photo mixed in with a bunch of others, and I have no idea where it came from. Maybe my dad’s camera, I guess. That’s Luann Lewis on the left, Holly in the middle, and my mom on the right. I have no idea who the guy in the middle is.

This is the other style. Note that if I take this style of writing, I think it’ll be easier to write each page in the scrapbook, but…. gah. What happens when I run out of things to say? I have a whole scrapbook of about 40 pages to fill, and for some of these people, I really don’t have anything (nice) to say at all.

I remember when I took some of these pictures, even the one up there of you and your mom. I think half of my childhood memories– and a whole lot of the good and fun ones– are ones I had with you. Even the crazy things that we did, like the milk contest, which I lost on a technicality, and the fight with your brother that got vicious with Cutter’s insect repellent. I would have been so miserable at Windego all those years if you weren’t there, as evidenced by what a miserable person I was at the Wider Opp and Interlochen, when you weren’t there.

I don’t know where this old photo came from, but I’m glad I have it, because I don’t have one of you looking any younger than this, and it’s great. I always thought you looked so elfin– I know you probably hated how skinny you always were, but to my eyes, you were very graceful, and still are.

Thoughts?