Hiya, Welcome back to PEP! I did do some baking last week. It was my first attempt at a filled pastry and it actually went really well and they’re delicious. You can see the picture of the éclairs on my Instagram, linked in my social connections. Also there is a picture of the wreath I made and donated to an Autism Awareness fundraiser this last weekend, via Imaginative HandiCrafts. I believe you should support what you believe in, no matter what anyone says. I support a lot of causes, autism awareness being one of them. I support full equality to all rights, regardless of race, gender, sexuality, nationality or religion. I also fully support a lot of cause regarding animals and children. I can go on about a lot of other causes but some are fairly controversial so if you want to continue this ‘conversation’, drop me a line below. While this is a Haven from politics and the like, I want everyone to feel welcome to talk about anything, even if not everyone can be pleased. I just won’t allow any Hate here.
This week’s question: What skill(s) would you like to master?
My answer: I have a few skills I’d like to master. I want to learn several other languages, currently I only speak English-my native language, and out of date sign language. It’s been several years since I regularly used the sign language so while I still have the ABCs down pat, the other signs are fairly rusty and it’s the original sign language, not the newer version. On top of that, however, I’d also like to master the guitar. I took lessons for a few months several years ago but when I started to pick it back up, teaching myself since I can read the music, I found my guitar had been shaken out of tune by the couple of moves it’d gone through and it is so bad, I can’t get it back into tune. I need to figure out what to do about that. I also want to master crochet. I’ve got the basic but unfortunately, my teacher, who was only once in a while really as we lived in different cities, was my grandmother who passed away quite suddenly a couple of years ago and I simply haven’t had the time to sit down and focus on it. Those are my top skills I want to master short-term. What are some you want to learn and what are some you have mastered?
This week’s writing: I’m not sure where the hell this came from… It’s not the usual path my writing takes… perhaps it’s the mood I’m in… I don’t know.
We’re not twins. Most people believe we are, fraternal as it may be, as we share the same last name and are clearly the same age. We do share the same birthday and creepily enough, just a few minutes apart but we’re not twins. He’s just some boy my parents got a couple of days after bringing me home from the hospital to be my playmate. I don’t know where he came from, nor does he obviously and my parents refuse to share that detail. They’ve made it clear that he’s not their child, though, and just my companion.
We’ve let people believe he’s my twin brother to make it easier. It helps that he has brown hair just a few shade lighter than mine even if my eyes are blue to his brown. But while he acts like he’s my twin brother outside of the house, even going so far as to protect me from any boys like ‘brothers’ do for their ‘sisters’; he’s always reminded he’s not my brother once we’ve returned home.
Very few people are allowed in our home beyond the living room and for good reason. Even my friends are only allowed so far as my room, which I have my own obviously as we are different genders, and he’s not allowed to have any friends over. It would be too hard to hide the differences between my bedroom suite on the second floor and his attic bedroom, too hard to explain why I’m allowed to do whatever I want and he’s only allowed to do what I want unless I don’t want to be near him. Then, he’s not allowed to leave his bedroom. I’m always right, he’s always wrong. It’s simply how things are. But even I know some people wouldn’t understand the difference in how we’re treated, even if all of my ‘brother’s’ needs are provided for, over and beyond. We used to be really close when we were children and I didn’t understand why he was treated differently than me. But as we’ve gotten older, closer to 16, his importance has mattered less to me. I don’t know why, nothing has changed as far as I know. Whatever. © Paula Crofoot
This week’s music as I’m posting this: If Nobody Believed In You by Joe Nichols-Life’s a Dance