Monday, July 02, 2018

hello, remember me? maybe

you don't. It hasn't been an easy year. If L hadn't been here, it would have been truly horrible. Vermont; I don't think I'm ready to let that go. I was just thinking about the old spaghetti and steak house (really!) on 103 that was there when we arrived; Mom hired the daughter (what was her name? I can see her). Learning to swim in Spring Lake. Ranch Sarca (wasn't it called that? you tell me) and the bear roast they had every summer; the ice house. The siblings of Mia F, so impossibly thin, swimming in Spring Lake, one of them up at the ranch to recuperate from whatever. The person who ended up living there, who always wore a tie with a paperclip as a tie clip. You tell me how I can let this go.