organized chaos

Don’t let this serene photo of Zoe fool you. She’s as zany as me. She has her moments of contemplation. So do I. She’s a little morbid. So am I. She has a good eye for simple beautiful things. So do I; I mean, I did take this photo, after all.

She’s also very random. I can appreciate that. People might think that about me, and I would agree, but if you were to plumb the depths of her mind you would find a connection between the things she does and says. I know this, because I’m the same way. It’s scary in there. My brain, that is.

That’s why, when she gave me these drawings the other day, maybe they didn’t seem related to anything, but I’m sure they were.

Here we have Roots. A reference to the movie we watched several months ago.

The story made quite an impact on her.

Then she brought this down.

And I really didn’t know what to say. Surely she wasn’t trying to communicate that her mother is a freek. (she’s a phonetic speller) Because I don’t have any articles of clothing with carrots on them. I never have.

I might like it if my arm did that, though.  It might get caught in the van door occasionally, but I could smack a gremlin or two from around the corner without them ever seeing what was coming.  That could be sweet!

And although my hair’s been many colors, it’s never been black. I guess she just likes unusual people. She’s open-minded. I like that about her.

There’s hope that we’ll always be friends.  Because you know, I’m a little unusual too.