Psi-kick

Heh. I just realized those little vibes that have relays in Kansas work with my brother, too. I call them relays, because if my Aunt, who lives less than a mile from me thinks about either me or her kids, we feel an urge to talk to her. But my "feelers" take a day or two longer to react to my aunt. Partially because she isn't my mother, but I really think that her thoughts have to go to Kansas first-- by way of relay-- before they reach me. Mom's "feelers" come to me direct. And this week I've been thinking about my brother. So he called tonight. He was waiting on the papers to come for the route, but he called anyway. Which is good. That meant he could tell Ralph, Lula and Tony hi for me, too.

There are days when I really miss them. Lucie and Amanda are coming along great at being my friends, and I love their kids. Makayla came up to me the other night and patted my on the back. "You're my best grown up friend," she said. Who me? When did I grow up? I was the one telling her how to gross out her brother by talking about period farts. She's only ten, but she's gotten the class. I did to, I guess, when I was ten. More like eleven. But the period fart knowledge didn't come that early. Gawd, those things will peel wallpaper.

But I do miss the nights hanging out with Todd, Aryn, Ric, Brandie and the rest of the gang. But surprisingly, I still don't miss Brad. I lived with the guy for crying out loud. I should miss him a little, shouldn't I? I still get a feeling of relief that I don't have to focus on him anymore, and that's all. Once in a while, I miss having a body next to me, and an arm draped over my shoulders, but the body misses what the brain does not.

"Fragments of a love, that's all we had
What we had was fantasy, dreams and photographs.
Misguided memories, a pulse without a rhythm
and a song without a dance."