I just can not get over the sky. I would have never thought to put my request in, that where we move to have such an incredible view of, well, above. But there it is.
I went to a church today and I knew within minutes that it would not be our church, but I stayed to be polite and give it more chances just in case. I wanted it to be, but it's not. It's so not. And I wonder why was I made to be so discerning if it only makes it that much harder.
Ivy has it too, sometimes I think she couldn't be more like me. In the car she asked how the guy got way up in the sky. We were sitting in construction traffic at the time and I strained to see him, on a truck or a pole but he must have been out of my line of vision and I said what guy? and she said the guy who paints it blue everyday and that was when I knew she meant the actual sky. I could have told her so many things, but I decided to be quiet, she tells better stories.
She's lonely, too. She wants a friend, at that stage where she just wants to play with someone her age, someone like her. We went for a walk around the neighborhood to see if we could find a girl but all we found were baby pine cones and acorns, some big and some little and some that lost their hats in the fall. On the whole long walk only two cars passed us, and we never found any other kids. A few yards already had raked piles of dark brown leaves, and it smelled like October and the house I babysat at when I was in middle school.