The Carly Minutes

I have been very blessed, of recently.

Back in the day (by which I mean when I was still at BMA) the girls dorm had a clothesline put on the bulletin board. Girls could write a note to a friend, a word of encouragement or what have you, and clip it to the line, where their friend would see it, and read it, and be cheered.

Well, Lita and I abused that line like it was nobody's business. During my shift at work, I would write her a note with stick figure illustrations, and during her work shift, she would write one back. I don't think there was a time when you could look at that board without seeing a note for Carlita or Steevo. A lot of times, there would be a million of them, and when I would read hers, I would laugh and laugh.

It was one of so many things between us, though. Now that we are talking so frequently (by which I mean I call her like a million times a day) I keep thinking of other things. for example, today I was eating raisin bran for dinner, and I had this exact thought : "Carly, my raisin bran gets mushy when it's wet. We should throw some." I have never thought to a person before, and looking back, it's kind of weird. But it was immediately followed by another thought. Back at BMA, we had this sort of symbiotic relationship - she hated raisins, which I loved, and so she would give me all the raisins from her granola/raisin bran. And I had this thought, like, 'How will I get her raisins when I go to Boston?' And then, I drew this: