"Marilla, do you suppose I shall ever have a bosom friend in Avonlea?"
"A- a what kind of friend?"
"A bosom friend- a really intimate friend, you know, a kindred spirit with whom I can share my inmost soul. I've dreamed of meeting her all my life!"
-Anne of Green Gables
The other week someone asked me casually what "Mary is like".
Describing such a craz- I mean, deep and complex person is obviously somewhat difficult, but after I gave it some thought I felt that if Mary had to be summarized in just a short conversation, at least two main points were necessary...
The first is that she can make anyone and everyone feel comfortable, accepted, loved, and valued.
I was constantly amazed throughout our four years of high school when no matter where I went, if I mentioned Mary, EVERYONE'S face lit up. The scariest-looking guy at a party, a nervous freshman girl at a skit practice, a toddler at our church, popular kids, insecure kids, Christians, Hindus, Buddhists, Muslims... No matter who someone was or what "category" they would appear to fit into in the often-cruel and categorizing world of high school social life, even if they didn't feel accepted anywhere, they could feel adored by Mary and adored her right back.
The second is that she intentionally and proudly ate more bugs than anyone else in her Outward Bound group.
That's my bosom friend!
Anyway, this morning Mary and I had a lovely day together. We picked up hot chocolate at Mad City, briskly (haha) walked around Centennial Lake, ran into my old baby-sitter, looked at prom dresses, got soup and a smoothie, bought some overpriced greeting cards (OK, just I did that), and stopped by the library.
Before the library, however, we went to a lake (a different one- whooaa! I hadn't noticed until just now that it was a two-lake day!) and chilled out with her smoothie and my soup, watching the water. I made her move twice in order to find enough shade, but we finally found the perfect spot... except for these stupid geese kept coming right up to us.
We're talking right up. Like, three feet away. I think they just wanted my soup, but it was still a little disconcerting.
"Mayr, do geese bite?"
"Mm... maybe. Let's make them go away!"
She tried stomping her foot but they just poked at the ground by it. We waved our arms but it didn't really do anything.
So then Mary started barking at them.
As in, like a dog.
Like, "Ruff, ruff, geese, go away! RRRUFF!!!"
Because... how else would you get geese to leave you alone?
I just looked at her. She gave me a big Mary grin...
...and kept drinking her smoothie.
Oh, I love that girl!
"A- a what kind of friend?"
"A bosom friend- a really intimate friend, you know, a kindred spirit with whom I can share my inmost soul. I've dreamed of meeting her all my life!"
-Anne of Green Gables
The other week someone asked me casually what "Mary is like".
Describing such a craz- I mean, deep and complex person is obviously somewhat difficult, but after I gave it some thought I felt that if Mary had to be summarized in just a short conversation, at least two main points were necessary...
The first is that she can make anyone and everyone feel comfortable, accepted, loved, and valued.
I was constantly amazed throughout our four years of high school when no matter where I went, if I mentioned Mary, EVERYONE'S face lit up. The scariest-looking guy at a party, a nervous freshman girl at a skit practice, a toddler at our church, popular kids, insecure kids, Christians, Hindus, Buddhists, Muslims... No matter who someone was or what "category" they would appear to fit into in the often-cruel and categorizing world of high school social life, even if they didn't feel accepted anywhere, they could feel adored by Mary and adored her right back.
The second is that she intentionally and proudly ate more bugs than anyone else in her Outward Bound group.
That's my bosom friend!
Anyway, this morning Mary and I had a lovely day together. We picked up hot chocolate at Mad City, briskly (haha) walked around Centennial Lake, ran into my old baby-sitter, looked at prom dresses, got soup and a smoothie, bought some overpriced greeting cards (OK, just I did that), and stopped by the library.
Before the library, however, we went to a lake (a different one- whooaa! I hadn't noticed until just now that it was a two-lake day!) and chilled out with her smoothie and my soup, watching the water. I made her move twice in order to find enough shade, but we finally found the perfect spot... except for these stupid geese kept coming right up to us.
We're talking right up. Like, three feet away. I think they just wanted my soup, but it was still a little disconcerting.
"Mayr, do geese bite?"
"Mm... maybe. Let's make them go away!"
She tried stomping her foot but they just poked at the ground by it. We waved our arms but it didn't really do anything.
So then Mary started barking at them.
As in, like a dog.
Like, "Ruff, ruff, geese, go away! RRRUFF!!!"
Because... how else would you get geese to leave you alone?
I just looked at her. She gave me a big Mary grin...
...and kept drinking her smoothie.Oh, I love that girl!
2 comments:
FRA (former RA)
you taze them with your pink tazer...
Thank you for quoting one of the greatest movies of all time. Anne ROCKS!
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