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Matching Outfits, Eww

Fun with other people’s garbage! Kitey and I had a really hysterical time this morning going through a bag of clothes someone who lives nearby was throwing out.

She makes her rugs out of rags (they cost nothing to make that way, the only thing she’s paying for is a crochet hook and sometimes fabric dye) and goes around looking for clothes that people are throwing away. This morning she came back with a huge garbage bag full of clothes and gad, it was too funny for words. We decided, in looking at the clothes, that it must have been a single mother and her teenage daughter who’d gone through their closets. To understand how bizarre these outfits looked to us you have to understand that we’re two people who would not shop for clothes if our lives depended on it — we look how we look, and who cares, gad, we have more important things to do with our lives than worry about it. So by the time we fished the get-a-tan-but-don’t-go-swimming bikini out of the bag we were both laughing so hard that we could barely stand up — evidently the thing had WIRE in both the top and the bottom and the wire had somehow melted, leaving a kind of mangled piece of swim suit fabric that neither of us could identify at first. The daughter evidently had a penchant for cutting the bottoms off of all of her clothes, which were largely pink (the mother seemed to go for the black and white office outfit look) and there was — believe it or not — a matching mother and daughter outfit the mother part of which was so teensy that I finally said it must have gone over that wire bikini thing at the beach or something.

Some of the stuff was truly unidentifiable — so alien to our experiences in life that we couldn’t even find the top or the bottom — and I won’t even go into the “peasant blouse that un-ties down the front” look that they both liked. Quite an education, and we had a whole story to go along with them — from what I could tell from fashions/brand names and referencing the Dark Years (those years when I was thirteen and thought “Save A Prayer” by Duran Duran was the ultimate in poetic writing and wanted nothing more than to wear trendy clothes) I could tell that it was all stuff that had been bought in California. So we figured that, after knowing that the whole town had seen her mother in that matching denim peasant-blouse and skirt, the daughter could no longer show her face anywhere and they had to move far, far away. What a great morning.

My birthday is coming up, October 12, I’ll be all of twenty three years old. Very strange to think that people have been married to each other for as long as I’ve been alive. And I always thought, when I was six and seven years old, that when I reached my twenties I’d feel very adult, but I don’t. I just feel like me. Todd’s taking the week off, hurrah! So all four of us will be able to spend a bunch of time together.

Talked to Sarah on the phone yesterday, she invited Kitey and Todd and I over to watch the X-Files and TV Nation tonight. We’ll probably walk over around eight. I felt frustrated talking to her, and then bad because I felt frustrated, etc. etc. I was talking to Kitey about it, and she said, “Hm…well, do you think you feel bad about how she’s dealing with the situation because she’s not doing what you would do if you were her?” And I thought about it for a long time and said that no, and not to make myself sound altruistic (*grin* we know I would never, ever do that!) I was frustrated and had a hard time talking to her because she’s not doing anything, that being in that kind of limbo would be driving me nuts, and how she can be sitting in this same position after everything that’s happened is beyond me. Good to realize that. I’m going to go and look at houses for sale with her on Tuesday, hopefully that will go well, I’m alternately looking forward to it and feeling kind of overwhelmed by it.

Kitey’s going on Monday (and coming back on Thursday) to stay with Jill and her parents — evidently Jill is having a really all right time with them for the first time in a long time, I’m really glad. Jill said at one point that they might draw the line at she and Kitey sleeping in the same room, one reason being that they aren’t married, and Kitey said, “Hey, if they really hang on to that as the big important reason, then let’s get married!” ’cause it’s legal there. Tee hee, I’d love to see the look on the parents’ faces…!

We sang together a little yesterday, for the KiteWeather section and it was really fun to sing together, although I ended up getting the giggles and being wildly self-conscious; finally just turned off the tape recorder and we sang together just for the sake of singing and it was lovely. Although our speaking voices are extremely different (mine’s very high, hers is very low) I think that there’s something similar in the timbre that makes the sound of us singing together Quite Something. When Todd got home we played a bunch of gin and played with the cats, and *wry laugh* at the risk of sounding redundant, we had a wonderful time. I feel so lucky to be me.

Two Years Old

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