Febrero 21, 2005
Dream of the Blue Turtle
Noah, like many kids his age, is a Blues Clues fanatic. Emphasis on the word fanatic. He is also a creative kid with a great sense of humor. He called me in to see his "blue turtle" the other day. He had taken the turtle shell which Sam had found while hiking with Stephen and my dad, and put his little toy Blue inside. It was cute. I immediately thought of an album Sting had out in the 80s called Dream of the Blue Turtles. It was the first album my sister ever got of her own. On the way home from purchasing it, we stopped at the gas station and I went in with Dad. I got back in the car, and Lynn shrieked. She had put the album in the seat beside her, and I had just sat on it. Broke it in half. A very nasty fight ensued. I have felt really guilty about it for years, and it was only the other day, while pondering Noah's "blue turtle" that it actually occured to me: It really wasn't my fault. I mean, I sat in a seat. I didn't know the album was there. I didn't do it on purpose. But I have felt extremely guilty about it all this time, and it was a source of hostility between Lynn and I for a long time afterward. It is strange the warped perspective childhood allows. Things seem so much bigger.
Alas, sorry about your album, Lynnikins. But I'm moving on. :)
Willa, it only took me ten years to figure out it wasn't your fault. Course you've always been the slow one. . . Let's remember me busting your lip w/the telephone (or one of a thousand other things) and call it even. We could feel guilty all night. I love you!
Posted by: lynnp at Febrero 22, 2005 10:59 PMIt's strange how guilt seems to take a deeper hold than anger. I'm sure there's a lesson there somewhere. Love you too.
Posted by: willa at Febrero 23, 2005 10:46 AM