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I'd Like You to Meet My Sister

Heidi and I try to spend about one day together per month. It is our sanity insurance. Usually what happens is that in nice weather I drive to Lakewood and in yuckier weather, she comes this way. Not fair, but very accomadating of her. Since the weather is still pretty good, though going downhill, I went yesterday to Lakewood. The food is better out there and so is the shopping. There are at least 3 or 4 yarn shops we visit, and they are pretty good ones. We even discovered a new one on our last crawl. I bought some yarn to make something for Mara, but we both decided that it wasn't quite the right color, so Heidi and I were returning it.

We walked into the store and, since I was making the return, I started to talk to the shop owner. Heidi opened her mouth to say something, but the shop owner cut her off, saying, "Sisters?" Before Heidi could say anything, I just said, "Yup." At which the shop owner said, all pleased with herself, "How could I tell?" Heidi just snapped her jaw shut, knowing that if she spoke she would give the whole thing away. She and I had such a laugh about it afterwards. And this is not the first time we have been mistaken for sisters. One of the other times (it actually happens quite often) was in Florence. That one surprised us. Heidi was talking in Italian to the shop keeper and he still thought we were sisters. I thought I looked more American than that.

I have even thought of an explaination for our having different accents. The story is that our parents divorced when we were quite young Actually, Heidi's parents did divorce when we were quite young. Then, the story goes, Heidi stayed in Italy with her father (true) and I was raised in America by my mother (also true).
Anyway, Heidi and love it and get a big kick out of it.

Okay, enough of that. I thought you might like to see what is happening in the neighborhood.

I think I told you all that Bill's house sold in the beginning of summer. The rumor was that his house would be torn down and two house would be built in its place. This is what things looked like two weeks ago. And this. And this, too. As you can see, quite exciting! Then, two weeks later, things looked more like this. Watch this space for more pictures of the progress.

And signs of fall.

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Aren't these just the weirdest looking things you have seen? We half expect aliens to emerge from them some dawn.


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Can the snow be far behind?

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But we still have some color and beauty to look forward to.

Comments

I wonder if anyone will ever confuse me as being andrew's brother? Ironically, a number of people mistake Kristen and I for siblings and Rachael and I for spouses.
*Creepy*

Nathan and I used to sometimes accompany one another when collecting money from our customers on our paper routes. Our routes were just either side of the street we lived on. The street isn't that long. And I remember getting comments like, "how cute, you brought your girlfriend". And one time, when Rachael came with me, she had a short hair cut. She was dressed, literally, from head to toe in pink. One customer either asked me if she was my brother or said something to her about being a boy - Rachael was heartbroken. THEN (that's right, I'm not done), when I was in college, I was in a play. My family came down to watch and the director, upon meeting my family, said something about my buzz-cut (already rather tall by this point) brother Mendon being my sister. We were all pretty blown away by that one. In another play, I played a lesbian; my mother and Heidi came down for that one and my director friend came happily back to the dressing room with their flowers for me, announcing, "Mara, your two mommies are here!"

I think, to some extent, people see what they want to see.

Mara, I actually was quite shaggy when someone said that to me. But I do remember it. I can only chortle at it:)

Poufy I would believe- I'm not sure you've ever been shaggy. . .

He was quite shaggy in the Gambia.

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