/me basks in the kindness and love here

{{{Windsparrow}}}

Hang out with us a bit and tell us the last thing you knit.

Problem is, I haven't been knitting anything lately.

But, I do get my hair cut tomorrow.

Well, you cheered me up, at least. Make sure wear that good lipstick tomorrow too.

Windsparrow, you want to send me her address and/or phone number? I'm on Cleveland's west side. I could at least see what I could see.

{{{Anne}}} I'm sorry. I've been wracking my brain trying to think of gender bending things I want to see in a fic but my brain refuses to wrack.

{{{Anne}}}

{{{WindSparrow}}}

We go back to Seattle tomorrow afternoon. It's been a good visit for the most part, though Mom and I did manage to bicker a bit toward the very end. Over Japanese war crimes committed in WWII (I'm not denying they happened, nor that they were horrible; it just doesn't alter my broadly positive opinion of present-day Japan--if I hated every country that had ever committed a war crime, I don't think I'd have any countries left to like.) and whether Thomas Jefferson was too much of a Francophile. We're a very strange family.

Mom and Dad deliberately chose not to call and ask about his test results--they'll find out next week when he goes in for another round of chemo. I think they figured that if there's bad news, they want to deal with it on their own, and have all their West Coast kids back on our own turf before we have to deal with it. So I still don't know anything.

{{Anne}} That's a bummer. I find the brains of companies that hire good temps and then dump then totally incomprehensible.

{{WindSparrow}} How much longer is you mother in the house? Could you write her a letter and let her know that someone will be coming by to pick up some stuff? I'm sad to think you'll have to do without your treasures. The same thing happened with my daughter and it always burned my gut that her aunt and uncle were so cheap, not only did they not send her stuff to her, but they sold it all in a garage sale.

Forever is too hard. And (true or not) can feel too mean. Her siblings can find you and that can be good enough.

I have a dear friend with a similar mother. In my friend's mind, her mom is sitting on a couch in the corner. Whenever it's too painful or she misses her mom or something sparks a memory she'll say "she's on the couch. she's over there on the couch." Her mother may never rejoin the party of my friend's life and that is her choice. Sometimes my friend will glance over and wish her Mother well and that has to be enough for now.

I'm sorry, Windsparrow.

[Holds WindSparrow]

(Two weeks from today (or tomorrow) we'll be both here and I can do that anytime you want.)

A little late, but throwing my hat into the tiara ring, I think this is my favorite, [link] but I also like all of these:

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