The World is a Strange Place

The world is a strange place…

While I was at the Charter school there was a kid in my brother’s class, and while all the girls seemed to adore/worship/love him and he returned their sentiments rather generously, I was always ignored by him more or less.

Now this might not seem strange to most of you but while at the charter school all the guys in my brothers class thought of me as their little sister while all the girls thought of me as… well their little sister as well… and here was Nate, always aloof from me and always rather reserved when I was near, despite the fact my ‘sisters’ praised him to the heavens when we were talking about him…

This was when I was 11-13 ish and he left before I got any older. Then I went to the junior high and didn’t see him for at least two years…

And then, just a moment ago, he came into the guest bedroom where I was browsing the internet and lie down at the foot of my bed… But before that he had joked with me and come over to pet Bubba, kneeling on the ground so my puppy wouldn’t be scared of him; and while he was kneeling he looked right at me and he has the most beautiful brown eyes.

It took a lot of effort not to recoil right then and there. I find it strange that he’s paying me attention now. And I would say that its because I’m closer to his age range that he might find me ‘interesting’ but the think is I’m not that shapely nor that pretty.

And that isn’t false modesty, it’s just my opinion.

So why? Why, why, why?
I find it odd and a little disconcerting… especially when he looked at me. It was a rather fluttery moment and I got all sorts of flustered though I’m happy to report that I didn’t show it at all.

Moving on.

This weekend is going to be quite pivotal as two of my sisters (not from the charter school but sister nonetheless) are coming up to my house for the first time since mom has lived there. Shocking, no?It was a rather abrupt thing but now it’s set and we –my mom, my brother and I- will go and fetch them tomorrow at three-ish and take them up to Spokane so that they may bask in the white-carpeted glory of my house.

And when I say white carpet I mean it. From the front door to the back, up the stairs to the back rooms; ALL of it is wall to wall white carpet. Including both kitchen and bathroom.

Well the bathroom was. Mom and Dad redid it recently and now we have the more efficient and easier to clean brown-orange rock pattern linoleum.

I suppose that’s really all there is to report and report I did so… farewell.