Workout, soul of the little ghost girl, story

Tuesday 3/19/24

I walked six miles, did 100 push-ups, ran 3000 stairs.

Hadn't spoken to a certain buddy of mine in at least a couple weeks and her Grammie was picking her up at school today so as requested I called on the FaceTime.

This kid never stops pretending. Everything is pretend. You be this, I'll be that. She has this strange voice she does when she's pretending to be a baby and if you want to say something to her, Amelia, you have to tell the character she's playing to relay the message.

Anyway, I told Amelia that I was passing by the school with the little ghost girl when I heard the little ghost girl's moans, so I stopped and said, "Don't worry, little ghost girl, my buddy will come out to Boston and play with you."

The look on Amelia's face. She goes, "You're just being silly," with her tone being one of alarm rather than conviction. My mom jumps in and says to Amelia, "You can go to the Children's Museum with your buddy," to which I added, "No, the soul of the little ghost girl is confined to the school." Ha.

Amelia is what my grandmother would have called fresh in addition to being weird. She was complaining that my mom had called this gymnastic bar back at her house "Lilah's bar," because it was what Lilah got for Christmas, though Amelia uses it once it's been adjusted by an adult for her size. Amelia wants to do everything Lilah does.

So I asked her, "If I come out there, and I use the bar, does that make it my bar, too?" Immediately Amelia says, "You're too big!" I responded, "I can shrink down to the right size. I have these pills. I just need to take them with enough water." She looks at me like she has no idea if I'm telling the truth or not, but concerned all the same that she might have to cede over some ownership of this bar to me when it's not even hers.

I don't know what brought up the little ghost girl again, but I tried to reassure Amelia by saying all she has to do is stand outside the school at night, bounce a ball, and say, "I'm ready to play with you little ghost girl."

"It'll be easy," I said to her. She was not having that.

Listened to Room on Fire and Pick-Up Full of Pink Carnations. More work yet on "Why I Hate My Friends." I shouldn't be spending this much time on one thing. But it's a remarkable thing. Incomparable. Floors me. But I do need to get it done tomorrow, among other things.