I talked to ChillyLily tonight. She's ab fab. She called me to say hello. Her name's Chilly and she lives in Florida. She said it's in the fifties there. Chilly, yes. So I suppose her name is appropriate. I must admit some envy, however. The green-eyed monster is ready to whisk this blue-eyed girl away to the great-wide-open waters of toasty-warm vacation-land.
I am also envious of Florida. Florida gets to spend time with ChillyLily, and she's a funny lady.
We were talking about things people do that are described as "sweet" but still bring people like me up short when it comes to comprehending the action. I just read an article today about an adopted woman who has coffee a few times with her birth mother. Her birth mother ends up being a codependent stalker with dreams of making up for lost time. Despite these shortcomings, the daughter sends flowers on the birth mother's birthday. Yes, it's sweet. But yow, why? So today, as a topic hung in the air between us, I said, "Oh, that was sweet."
silence
"But the way you said that, Dotty..."
"Well, it's kind of painful and untenable, but it's still sweet."
Then we laughed, perhaps ruefully, knowing that it will always be true and will always be part of being human.
Humans. Bah.
And what do humans do that's so bah worthy? Among the many things that would give me a leg up over the saddle of my high horse are good luck/bad luck forwards that come over email.
I started bitching about a batch of forwards I got that never came along with a note.
So ChillyLily said, "Oh, well, I'll remember to never send you a forward."
To which I responded with a self-conscious roll of the eyes, "No. You know. The kind of naive, useless forward that acts like correspondence..."
I trailed off.
quiet
ChillyLily helped me out. "Hey, Dotty, have you heard from Bedazzled?"
"Yeah, actually, she sent the forwards."
ChillyLily murmured, "Sweet, naive, and ineffectual, so that's why she came to mind."
I love ChillyLily.
Posted by dotty at December 20, 2004 10:53 PM