I keep trying to get out (but they keep pulling me back in)

I foolishly thought that I could spend this week relaxing a bit before finals start. I thought that I could spend a few spring evenings stretched out on the porch, sipping iced tea and maybe watching fireflies.

Forget for a moment that I don’t see the point in iced tea and I am more likely to be carried off into the humid night by Zeppelin sized mosquitoes than I am to gaze wistfully at fireflies, even if I was likely to do those things,  I can’t because my friend Helena has gone completely cracker factory crazy and she has clearly decided to take me and Mac with her.

Helena has worked very hard. We know that. She has resigned herself to the possibility that she may not be giving the big speech.  Now she is working on giving the best speech.  So right this very minute, she is on the porch with my mother interviewing her. She is sipping ice tea and Mac is patting my head with a cool rag so I don’t race outside and intervene.

Helena is interviewing my mother because my mother was the Salutatorian of her class. My mother’s speech was so terrific that no one can remember without looking at the yearbook who the Valedictorian was that year.

It’s insane.

Mac thinks we should keep saying the word “dong” in every day conversation so we can slip it into Helena’s subconscious.

Why, yes, yes using the words, “Slip” and “dong” in the same sentence is hilarious. But not a hilarious as the possibility of hearing those words in a graduation speech.

at least the colors are fun

The crazy cup continues to overflow.  Right now I’m sitting in the living room at Mac’s house while she races around the room proofing her paper while Helena is brewing a soothing tea in the kitchen.

I’m hoping she’s also got some comforting cookies and maybe some tranquilizing quesadillas because I’m really hungry.   And I’m starting to get a little chilly because Mac is starting to stir up a breeze.

I am surprisingly calm.

I think it’s because I have been playing with the stuff in coffee table. Mac’s mom has a lot of cool decor inspirations so there’s always a lot of interesting bits and pieces all over the place.

It is a little crazy-making to hear bits of weird Plath-orisms in a mutter tone with a slight Doppler effect and hear Helena singing to herself as she makes the tea.

Steve is having a good time. So I am just going to relax with him. 

 

Where did Ieave that hero?

This week has been stranger than normal.

That sentence is the only thing that has made the smallest amount of sense in days.

I was sitting in class and something made me look up from my frantic scribbbling. I looked around to see Mac and Helena all of my fellow drones of my graduating class, all writing furiously.

I suddenly had no idea how I had gotten there or what I was doing.

I wanted to stand up and start screaming.

After my Gatsby related incident last week, I chose to just sit and try to get my bearings. Madame caught my eye. She clicked her fingers and beckoned me forward.

“Little person, you need tea.”

Tea.

Warm

Fragrant, caffeine and sugar laced tea.   Yes. Madame. Tea would be lovely.

I followed her as the everyone looked at me as if Madame was going to turn me into some kind of stew.

That would not be the strangest thing that happened this week.

Madame made me a cup of tea and sat.

She sat and watched me. When I finished my tea she said,

“Little person, you remember you are the most important in your life.”

That was it.  She didn’t clap her hands and sprinkle me with dust. Dancing boys didn’t whisk me away. The evil curse was not lifted (I hoped, but no)

That’s what she said.

That’s what I’ll do.