A conversation between Buzz and I this afternoon:
Buzz: Hello, sistah.
Nina: Hello, Buzzer.
Buzz: How's it all?
Nina: Good. I am tired. I have a cold. I climb a lot.
Buzz: Climb? Climb what?
Nina: (between sneezes) rock climbs. You know. That thing that I do.
**** long pause ****
Buzz: Yeah.
Nina: Yeah.
Buzz: I was much more comfortable with hiking.
Nina: mmm yeah, but that's not the point. I need a crashpad.
Buzz: WHa???
Nina: For South Carolina. We are going to be there almost two weeks. I will want to boulder."
Buzz: You used to HIKE? What the fuck???
Nina: Climbing is not that dangerous. NOT DANGEROUS if you follow the rules. I am a nelly, and I am not scared.
**** long pause ****
Buzz: Didn't you used to be in a sewing circle? Whatever happened to needle point?
Nina: I have taken up crochet. I still needle point. But I also rock climb, as you know.
Buzz: *feh*
Nina: (silence)*
Buzz: why do you do this to me?
Nina: (silence)**
Buzz: Jesus Christ. I mean, really.
Nina: Almighty. Absolutely,
Buzz: *groooooooaaaaaannnnnn*
Nina: so, we're all set then?
**** long silence ****
Buzz: Yeah. I guess.
Nina: Thanks, man.
Reader, I love my brother. Even if I die tomorrow in a humiliating accident involving a streetcar and a constuction crane and a I (happen) to be wearing no underpants, I will count myself among the fortunate because my brother will love me and defend me from here to the end of whatever rope I happen to climb from. Go see Supajewie's comments if you want to find out more about why.
* sometimes he needs a moment.
** sometimes he needs another moment, God bless him.
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