Letter 2
CJ,
Ohhh, that song is VERY you.
You’re the first woman I’ve met who’d consider being a bitch a kink, lol.
I bow before your brilliance! How’s that? I don’t bow for anyone, I’ll have you know.
BTW, thank you for the crystal. What do I do with it? What’s it called?
So, favorite song is “In A Broken Dream” by Rod Stewart. It’s an old song, one of his earliest. He wasn’t originally credited. They say he only earned enough to buy a set of seat covers for his car!! Can you imagine? My nanna introed me to Rod Stewart. She’s English. At her funeral, she wanted “Sailing” to be played. God, I still can’t listen to that song. I miss her so freaking much.
I also agree that Bach is definitely Bach, lol. But wow, you were playing instruments at two? I think I was figuring out that mud pies didn’t taste good.
My brother’s smart like you. He finds idiots intolerable. It’s part of the reason he’s bullied at school, I think. He isn’t very popular, but then, he doesn’t suffer fools gladly so he’ll never fit in well. But if you’re anything like him, I get it. Being that kind of smart is hard work.
So, I know beads and crystals aren’t related at all, but Inuvik has T?i?ch? beadworkers. Maybe you’d like them. I was thinking of the last time I visited and there was this art festival going on. My mind played Connect Four and latched onto you.
I’m sorry your crush died overseas. It’s a sad reality of life for us. I hate that I’m getting to this phase where I’m prepared for it. It’s definitely not healthy, but to fly how I have to, I can’t think about it.
Once upon a time, I wanted to do this job because I couldn’t imagine anything better than flying.
God, I used to dream about it.
I’d lie on the grass in our front yard and stare at the sky, waiting for planes to go overhead. The only time I feel free is when I’m in the cockpit, but the first time I flew on active duty, I recognized that it came with a massive price.
I don’t think I’ll ever stop paying it.
Honestly, I’m not sure if the kid I was knew what it’d mean to fly. Where I’m from, there are a lot of expectations, so I’d look up at the sky rather than at what’s on the ground because I didn’t want anything to do with it. I’m not sure if that makes sense, but if I could talk to my kid self, I’d probably tell him to keep his eyes on the earth.
Sorry if that was really gloomy. I’ll be more cheerful next time. :)
Yours,
Butch Cassidy