my dog
There is a tenuous line that my sister walks on... and her two legs are the only thing keeping her on the human side of that line, keeping her from being a creature of myth.
My sister is undeniably striking. Her hair is close to white- being that of the color of ripe lemons. Her eyes are a light brown-almost yellow. Her thick dark eyelashes frame her eyes, flavoring her swedish beauty with exoticness.
Our diametrical coloring does not keep us from being sisters. We make quite a pair, her and I. But I must admit that her beauty is much more profound than mine. It is her glowing skin perhaps. Her thick incandescent hair- how it drapes her back; nearly to her hips- transforming her gait into a mesmorizing dance.
I am not prone to jealousy. I love her for her laughing oblivion. And I love her probably even more for her beauty- I cannot deny it.
Alta's nature is unlike that of any female I've ever known. She is so completely devoid of artifice and guile, I've never known a girl to be so completely unaware of her effect. And her distant eyes are the evidence that though she walks on earth, she lives on some other land.
I love her. I am proud that she is my sister; she is not only the most beautiful creature I've ever beheld, but also the most hysterical.
She does everything very differently, but in a most natural manner- so natural that it makes you wonder if it was faux pas in the first place.
Tonight we washed the dishes. And as usual, before allowing any dish to enter the dishwasher, she would bring the plate up to her lovely lips, open her mouth, and continue to lick the plate until satisfied. Then she would put the plate into the machine and grab the next. She has done this since I can remember.
She has no concern for germs. None whatsoever. In fact she takes much more to the floor than she has ever taken to chairs... whether she is inside or outside.
And I don't think her odd manners have ever repulsed any man who has had the fortune of winning her adoration. If anything they seem to love her more for her oblivion. They end up in fits of laughter brought on by her odd mixture of gorgeousness, brilliance, and nonsense.
I believe she is the least human human I know.
posted by Sealegs at 9:53 PM
6 Comments:
Your sister reminds me a great deal of my ex, who I dated through most of my twenties.
She is so smart and funny, and crazy at the same time. We have so much made up language together that no one else understands, and she is completely oblivious to all the guys constantly lusting after her.
Okay mister underhill, i just read your blog, and i'd like to write to your email, but alas, i don't know your address.
My sister is great. But so is my entire family. Laughter is truly healing. My family- we laugh. I don't know many families that find as much humor in life as we do.
Everyone in my family is very funny. not to mention handsome/witty etc. ;)
The humor is more than a little bit harsh at times, though, but it rolls off after you get used to it but I went to visit my grandpa a few months ago. He was super quiet, wouldn't answer any questions, nothing. So, I took him to a fancy restaurant on the beach with this girl I was hanging around with, and still he is silent.
So, her and I end up chitchatting and talking and such and trying to draw him into the conversation. then we get home, and I am thinking he's out of it (he is 91 now) and then he starts going on and on about all the stuff I was talking about, and how high and mighty I'd become and talking about me when I was a kid.
Reading back, this sounds stupid so I suppose you had to have been there, but we both really got a good laugh out of it.
Oh, and my email is misterunderhill@gmail.com if you would like to say something about my post. I should just turn on my comments, but I vowed not to til I was done with my template...which seems to be taking eternity.
Seadawg. It seems Mr. Underhill has a thing for your pegged-leg ;)
Rawr.
Who isn't turned on by eye patches and peg legs? c'mon, he's a witty man with good taste!! lol. ;)
Finding a proper pirate lass is difficult indeed, these days.
Now, if you only had a dagger between your teeth, I might have to propose marriage on the spot. By kidnapping you, which of course is the pirte way!
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