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Half-Life in the Surreal Lane
Oct. 16th, 2007 12:30 amThe last time Erin visited Mom, she gave her a manicure and pedicure. Today she volunteered to color Mom's hair. It's probably a good thing nobody told me this in advance. I would've turned tail and run until sometime next week.
To understand my reaction, you have to know Erin. Erin is one of the sweetest, dearest, bubbliest people in the whole world, a butterfly in a swarm of preying mantises. She also comes equipped with her own reality bubble, which is probably how she survives amid all us more predatory bugs. The Erin Zone is a strange and wonderful place from which there is no escape until she moves on. Thanks to her illness, Mom is right in there with her. Do you begin to see why the prospect of Erin, Mom and haircoloring was scarier than Freddie Kreuger, Jason and the guy from Saw all rolled into one?
To understand my reaction, you have to know Erin. Erin is one of the sweetest, dearest, bubbliest people in the whole world, a butterfly in a swarm of preying mantises. She also comes equipped with her own reality bubble, which is probably how she survives amid all us more predatory bugs. The Erin Zone is a strange and wonderful place from which there is no escape until she moves on. Thanks to her illness, Mom is right in there with her. Do you begin to see why the prospect of Erin, Mom and haircoloring was scarier than Freddie Kreuger, Jason and the guy from Saw all rolled into one?
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And I have to go back there tomorrow. God, I hope there's some port left.
