box

She gave me a small cardboard box, one I could easily wrap my arms around, and her room smelled of an exhausted chaos. Her tired eyes averted the box as she handed it to me, and I knew this was painful for her, painful enough I could feel the weight of the box as I took it from her fragile arms. It suddenly made sense, everything he ever gave her, the little things that nipped at her heart, splashing memories around her mind where she did not want them anymore. She would have packed away everything she saw him in had there been a large enough box; yet, here was a box a young child could carry and feel they had contributed in some way. I needed to put it someplace, a place I never had to see it either, and I prayed I would never have to pack my own cardboard box for someone else to take from me someday.

Shoot the Tube

There is a place where peeps do what they call "shooting the tube." It is a tube used for water flowage under the freeway. People block off the water and ride down it like a water slide when the water is released. My first time doing it was at night, and it felt like traveling through space because people had splattered the walls with glow stick paint. During the afternoon was great, and much faster because we had better boards to block more water. Loved it!

And mostly this just means Rachelle loves us... and how!