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Letters from Sky
By Jan S
Part 10
© 2008 by Jan S
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Wednesday, May 7 (early afternoon)
Hi-s, Marsh,
Working hard? OK here's your break for the Sky Update. :))
But I don't really know what I can tell you about since just last night
really. Well, the shoes I got today.
OK, so, Ms Y. didn't tons of time this time, but I wound up with four new
pairs, and one has high heals, only two inches but still. Those are black
pumps and have a closed toe, and Ms Y said she will let Lisa get some
after her birthday next month, so I was old enough now, (and I've been
practicing some in the wedgies I got Sat. and these have a part behind
the heel so they will be easier.), but I have to find a chance to wear
them around Lisa before she has some! And there really aren't that many.
Then the other dress pair is flats, and they're white and without straps
or anything. And I got a pair of running shoes that are all white, and
real plain, but it's so I can wear those with almost anything, and then I
saw a pair of real old fashioned hightops, made of canvass and all, that
are like bright yellow and have Tweety on them, and I got those too for
fun. Also, I got a messenger bag, it's suede, I mean not really but feels
like it, and is light blue on one side and dark red on the other, and I
almost got one with rose, but it was a good idea not to, because I can
use it when I have to be a boy again. like at school.
And then I got a backpack, but a real tiny one, that looks real cute, and
is made of the same stuff as the messenger bag but is light teal and
rose. And a shoulder bag, that is pretty big, bigger than my white one
that no one but me likes, and its white and has about twenty hundred
different pockets, but it's not really huge just big. And we had lunch
again, and Ms Y kept asking me questions about what I like in school, and
about books, so it was back to more like a regular talk with an old this
time. She had to go to a meeting then, so I got back here.
And changing the doctor's appointments doesn't really work, because now I
just here after Andrea has already started her work, today it's only a
few hours, but most times I'll still have to get into the kitchen to make
my lunch and stuff still. And today I had some clothes to wash, and Daddy
takes most of that to this wash-and-fold place or the cleaners, but I do
some of mine in this tiny little washer/dryer in a closet in his
bathroom, and she was in there cleaning when I went in and just stared at
me. And now I'm stuck until she leaves. :(
But I got lot's of 'puter classes stuff, I guess.
But you know something? I was thinking, and sometimes I feel like stuff
happens so fast that there are things that I always plan to tell you and
they just get lost. And that's why I wish I could just see you some so
much, because in letters it never is like just regular talking.
Like I never told you I'm reading "Pride and Prejudice", and that,
instead of a movie, Daddy took me to a bookstore last Friday -- yeah,
well you would have thought it was better maybe even, but not so much me,
and I do like reading too, you know -- but anyway, I wanted to get it,
and he pretended he wasn't going to let me because it was ruined now
because I'd seen the movie version and all that again, but I got it, and
it's not ruined at all. The letter part that was good in the movie, the
real long TV movie, was even better in the book. And you know what I
figured out, and it was maybe too fast in video to notice, Mr. Darcy is
the least prejudiced one of them all!
It's like not, like, about prejudice like we would call that -- you know,
that some kinds of people are bad or something, but like making judgments
on what you expect (Which yeah that is what prejudice is), but I mean
it's about making assumptions about someone, and then no matter what
happens, seeing the happening as proving the assumption about the person.
Right? And, yeah, I talked about it with Ms Y. but she didn't give me
that, I thought of it before.
And he stops first; Lizzie doesn't until after the letter. And Daddy was
like: "well, duh", but with a smile, and you probably are too, right? But
anyway, I think that is neat. So. But do you think that Jane Austin
thought that that was because Lizzie was so special or because Darcy was?
Because I think it was Darcy.
And aren't you glad we don't name people things like Fitzwilliam anymore?
Ugh. But Darcy is nice, huh?
And you know if you were around more I could tell about it more and
things, but with letters it's different, and things like that don't get
into them because other stuff keeps happening.
Daddy made me get "Emma" too, but he said I could learn something from
it, so now I'm sort of afraid to read it, and I haven't got to the end of
the other yet anyway. And I've also started one of those Lois Lowery
books, but so far I think they are just sequels, but not real bad because
she is real good.
So anyway, all the rest of the day I've got nothing to do because I
already went to the doctor's. And Kaezee has been like it is super
important to tell her about me liking to be a girl sometimes real, real
soon. So I told her today.
Bye. Work hard, but not TOO hard
Loves and Hugs
Skye
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Wednesday, May 7 (late night)
Hi!!!
I'm going fishing at last!!!! Daddy doesn't have to go to the dialysis
place at all, at all, all this whole weekend, and doesn't have to go to
his office either, and he's even going to get someone to cover for him
on part of Friday, and we're going to get to leave right after my
doctor's and not be back until Sunday!!
I just had to tell you that, but it's uber late, because Kaezee showed up
at the door, and I didn't even know because I let the battery run out on
my cell. She came with Ann and Becky, but she wound up eating with us
still. Mostly we just hung out in my room all night, and she kept calling
me Tomboy because I was so excited about fishing. So I'm going to get to
bed and tell you about the stuff you asked about tomorrow, OK?
But listen, when she saw my room she said it was never to late to have a
girlhood or at least the mementos, and so, since all I have is Prince,
that's the frog Daddy gave me, and about five of you stuffed animals and
my Mickey D's Belle, we raided your room and she talked me into putting
some of your real old Barbies and other dolls around, and I'm just sort
of using them for decorations, and is that OK? I can put them back if you
want. I didn't take Kristin because she is way yours too much, and I
wouldn't.
She is just kind of hard to argue with, and it's not because she is like
going to wrestle you if you don't, but just that she goes so fast that it
all makes sense and is way too good an idea to argue about, you know?
And she also showed me these sites where you can dress up Barbie and
other things on line, because I don't go on to CoH any more because I'm
Zack's global friend, and he would know if I were there. And we did that
until Ann came to get her.
And it's not me that has too much of a jaw, that's Kaezee, but I don't
really have any cheek bones, and hers are kind of high for if she were a
boy. Ann and Becky told me last week that I looked real good, and they
also said that I don't have a brow ridge at all, but Kaezee isn't sure
about that, but they do arch a little, and they still pulled out about
twenty of my eye brows and Kaezee did some more on Saturday, and she
works on hers a lot. But my eyes are close together with light eye brows
and my best part. And they say I have a sweet nose too which helps the
cheek bone thing. But they all say I don't have any lips and need to get
bee stings, which is this stuff that comes from bees to make lips bigger
they were talking about. And Kaezee has great lips.
So that's one thing you asked about that I don't have to say anything
about in the next letter, because that's what I meant about jaws and lips
that time, and Kaezee wants to get her brow bone shaved and her jaw and a
thing put in her chin that's kind of flat, and a nose job, and plastic
surgeons can do all that, but the chin isn't really about looking more
like a girl, and the nose only sort of is. And my voice is still high,
and if I start soon I might not lose that, and that's why she wanted me
to talk about it to Dr. Ross right away.
But Dr. Ross didn't really say anything -- do shrinks ever say anything??
-- but just asked me to tell about it and stuff, and all like that.
OK, and so, there is the other neat thing. I went on a bike ride after I
wrote you today to get out of the way and all, and I went the other way
on that railroad path thing, and not very far there are these two really
neat looking house just sitting there. And they look like they are real
old ones, with a round tower with a cone on top of one, and real long
porches, but they aren't, more like brand new, and they have big chain
fences all around. And there is only two, but the streets are even new
looking and real long. Daddy says they might be models someone built that
wanted to make a new neighborhood, but then over a year ago the money
dried up and no one buys houses now, which I was smart enough not to ask
about that. But there were men working putting grass down on one of them,
and it is pale blue with dark red shutters and stuff, and the other is
yellowish-white with teal, and it's the one with the round thing. But
they were neat and looked all lonely out by themselves empty.
Well, nite.
So, again I got long, didn't I? But one thing led to another, and it's
good because I don't have to answer that stuff tomorrow, and Daddy says I
can't leave until I have all my 'puter classes through Friday done, and
I'm like way behind, and he says I should not go to the rec classes even.
And the lodge place we're going to doesn't have internet or even cell
phones either, so this might be it for a while. OK?
Loves and hugs,
Skye
P.S.: Don't break your brain because I'm not around to distract ya'
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Thursday, May 8 (morning)
Hi, Marsh
There was the other thing that you asked about that I forgot last night.
When I told Dr. Ross about the stuff, she really didn't seem surprised at
all. You know shrinks practice that, I think. But she just wanted to know
how I felt when I did it and all that like I said, and you know Daddy
really knows and stuff, so I know he talks to her sometimes.
See, Marsh, it is really like no one around really cares I do this. I
mean Ann and Becky are always talking about the people at Anime cons and
places, and you never looked at it but there are some manga where the
peeps have to dress like girls a lot, or turn into girls, and people
dress up like them for the meetings. They think it is cool.
And Daddy doesn't mind, and you.
And she said that some people want to change because they don't like who
they are, but changing the way they present (which means how they dress
and like that) or even their body, won't help that. And that other peeps
want to change because they want to be who they really are inside, and we
-- I -- must to find which is me. And she's kinda right, you know? I
didn't like being me much, and I really, really wanted to be something
different and maybe that's why I liked it when the Youngers asked me to
go to that breakfast that time, is all. And it's like hard to figure out,
and I don't know. OK?
But, Mars, I do know I feel good those times, and just like it, you know?
And I don't even know if I should talk about this because it was with her
and all, and we talked about our mother, and that would be against our
rules to say about, right?
But for the fishing trip I got to be old Jude again with Daddy, right?
And that will be even at night and everything. And I think I might be
happy about that because it has been a while, so it's good.
But, Marsha, did Daddy ever talk to you about these things even before??
Did he like think I might start doing this stuff? I mean before?
nvm
Bye, I got to do the classes work more.
Love ya'
Skye
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Thursday, May 8th (night)
Hey, Mike
I don't want to argue again, really, really, please. But she did hate me
a lot.
I don't remember about when I was just a baby, but I remember lots.
Your right, when I broke my arm that time she did take real good care of
me, like you said, I know that, I remember that, and helped me a lot, and
other times when I was sick too. She was always real, real nice then. She
said I was the perfect sick kid, and I even thought I was a pain then. I
used to hope to get sick just for that, but you know it had to be major
and not something faked.
But that wasn't most times, Michael. She just always hated me and even in
court said so. But, Mike, I've talked about this with people and stuff,
it's not something I thought up, but they said it's not right for me to
tell you to hate her, OK? You can love her because she was different with
you always, OK?
And it wasn't like she was ever terrible, I know. She never used to
really hurt me until after she moved, just slapped. But she called me
stuff and was, like, always telling me to do things different, and I
couldn't even act friendly or anything. I knew lots of kids that really
had mean parents, worse maybe, and I know about kids getting beaten and
tied up and all that and she wasn't that, until the last fall, but I also
know that I was always afraid of her, even when she was nice, because I
didn't know, ever, what it was that made her so mad.
The only time she ever got mad at you was going ballistic for you not
going to that lacrosse scholarship thing, not even when you took the car
after midnight, or back when you threw toilet paper in that girl's trees
and put salt in her grass for a heart. She just laughed and stuff,
remember?
But I couldn't laugh right or play right or anything, and you're stuff
was on the refrigerator until the paper fell apart, and you were
embarrassed about it because you were so old, but all my pictures when I
was little, and I tried to make them pretty for her, disappeared in a
day. I tried real hard. I remember that, Michael. I do. And I was afraid
of her and tried to be what she wanted. But that did hurt, and I didn't
even know it hurt or what hurt, I think.
And, see her son would do it right, and hers had to act different, and I
had to be like hers would be, and I wasn't. And I knew it was her that
hurt, suddenly, when it stopped hurting at the court.
And she said to the judge that I felt too much when I said I'd feel bad
if she wasn't my mother anymore and was crying, and she was glad I wasn't
hers now, and she wasn't on the stand and he fined her five hundred
dollars, and then when I went out and she was between the police people
she said I was just a thing, and that that was all I ever was, Michael.
But it's OK. I got where it didn't even hurt by then, like a thing, and I
wish I could love her, and I do, but I can't. But you can. Please,
because I want her to. So, OK?
So, OK. I don't know. OK? I don't want to talk about it more. OK? Please.
Daddy and I are going fishing tomorrow. I'll get you a trout (or a t-
shirt). OK?
Loves, Bro,
Skye
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Thursday, May 8th (almost midnight)
Well, Marsh,
I did it all again. I sent Michael a letter that will probably make him
real mad all again.
I shouldn't have, but he was asking questions, and I shouldn't have said
the things.
But tell him I didn't mean it -- I didn't want him to hate me, OK?
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Sunday, May 11th (night)
Hi, Mike
Geezz!!! Categorical imperatives, Phenomenology, Epistemology??? All in
one letter? You're trying to make my brain pop, right??
Is this like your way to say you're not mad, and we can talk about
something else?? OK. But a different something else, PLEASE!!! And if a
murder is looking for me -- LIE!! The situation does too matter, and that
doesn't mean everybody else can always lie either. That's just over-dumb,
no matter how smart that Kant guy was.
But OK so, I'll talk about something else.
The fishing place we went was way uber-cool, all forest with a lake and
streams and mountains to walk around. We got tons of fish, and cooked
some in the cabin, but released most of course. Both trout and bass. (I
forgot your t-shirt. They didn't have a gift shop there, I think. Ooops.)
But I do know one thing that's a phenomena, Mike: the sky. You see it
because that's just what you see, but that's different from not being
real, and it does change how you feel and things, and effects lots of
things. That, and islands being so apart like you said, is why I'm
changing how I spell my name back again.
Luck on the exam!! Sounds like you got it aced to me, Bro.
Loves and Hugs,
Sky
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Sunday, May 11th (night)
Hi ya', Marsh
We're back! It was a really neat, neat place, Marsh! Way up in the
mountains and then you take a turn and there it is, and it had one real
big building, and that had a restaurant and places, and then there were
all the cabins that you couldn't see as you drove in, and it was all
surrounded with woods. And it was pretty snazzy really, not just a
fishing place but that's all they really had.
I mean, even though it was a fishing place, that like the restaurant had
table cloths and stuff, and you had to dress up and not wear stinky
fishing clothes when you went there and, I think, some people came just
to be in the woods and mountains too. And when we went in there right
after we got there the waiter pulled back the chair for me because it was
such a nice place, and that kinda fuddled me because it's never been done
before, you know?
But when we got back here there was a letter from Michael, and he's not
mad it looks like and talked all about his philosophy stuff, which was
even lots worse than when you started talking about buying money and
markets and economics stuff just because I said I saw a pretty house. Do
I really have to understand all this to go to college? Because I mean:
"No Way." But maybe I can just go to worse colleges than you two or
something, I guess.
So anyway the most important thing: this morning Daddy gave me a
necklace, Marsha. It's a cloud that's gold and about bigger than a
quarter by a little, and it's got silver on the edges, because even gold
clouds have to, right? And a diamond over by one edge, and a gold chain,
and the back says, "Clouds Can't Ruin a Beautiful Sky. Love, Daddy", just
real light and small, so you have to look right at it to read or even
see.
And he told me that he looked and thought real hard for something that
would symbolize a sky better, but I think it's just right, you know?
But I told him about putting on the E, and it being an island, and he
didn't frown because it didn't fit his present anymore but did say about
that poem about no one being one (which was what Mike had said too), and
he asked about if I felt like that, and I said that island did have a
road, and he made me count my roads, and I'd never thought about it like
that; but you and him and Kaezee now, and Mike is sort of a draw bridge
we decided, but Lisa, Ms Y, Wendy, Ann and Becky, and it turned into lots
and lots now. And Daddy said if I wanted to be called McKinley or Everest
that was OK but please not Kilimanjaro or Kosciuszko, because they were
too long. (OK, well I still think he's funny sometimes.) But he meant
that knowing that we are separate (like mountains) doesn't mean we are
all alone (like islands), see?
And he says that the sky isn't an illusion at all; that not being able to
touch it doesn't mean it isn't real, like with love and freedom too. It
is a phenomena, which might be like something Mike said about in his
letter later, but I don't know. But that the sky is what we experience,
and that it makes us feel better because it is there, and it makes us
feel warmer on cold days and happier when it is too hot and, even when it
does have clouds it is nice to have it all around us and hold us, and it
is like it hugs the world. And so I'm not going to use that E anymore.
'K?
Also, Daddy's going to call me Sky from now on, except when he forgets,
and except still Judey when he wants to bug me, and Jude Skylar Eliot
when he's annoyed big time, he said.
But I got Daddy this pair of big oven mitts that have maybe a Laura
Ashley print, because I thought that would be like a joke for today
because he cooks sometimes so much now and things, and hadn't thought I'd
get something too. And my present was nothing to what I got, but weird: I
think he really liked it a lot, almost as much as I love my necklace.
I haven't even got to about the fish we caught or to the boy who tried to
kiss me and other stuff this weekend, I know. But I got up at five to
fish this morning and had to be home for my science tutor, and had to
write Michael and have to get up at the regular time, and Daddy even let
me leave all my stunk up clothes by the washer in his bathroom so I could
get to sleep early, and I should. So I'll tell you the rest while I'm
hiding from Andrea tomorrow, OK?
Loves and Hugs
Sky
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