The Memory Book(55)

Stuart: feeling chipper this morning?

Stuart: good day today?

Stuart: how’s my baby?

Stuart: is today a good day?

Stuart: how’s the health?

Stuart: feeling dapper?

Stuart: is the sun treating you well this morning?

Stuart: need anything from me this morning?

Stuart: how’s it shakin’?

Stuart: how’s the baby girl?

Stuart: what’s good this morning lady?

Stuart: how’s life on this rainy day?

Stuart: how’s sammie?

Stuart: how’s my girl?

Stuart: ok?

Stuart: ca va?

Stuart: doing well?





THAT MONSTER WOMAN THEY KEEP IN THE ATTIC IN THAT ONE BOOK


Today is not a great day brain-wise. My hands are not good at typing. My mouth is doing the twist. And it was not fun to be a person today. But I have this idea.

I have to do this to make it okay that the other day I forgot the word for stove and that I woke up in the middle of the night and thought I needed to get ready for school. Like the other day I could have sworn I saw Grandma and Grandpa in the yard. I didn’t tell you because there’s not a whole lot more to say and it’s not great for me to think about those times. They’re just strange. Like I answered Stuart’s daily check-in with “never been better” because when I tell him the truth he gets very sad and comes over and strokes my hair.

And most of the time it’s good. Like don’t worry I’ll always tell you when it’s good. Or when things are bad enough that you should know. You should also know that I haven’t deleted anything from here. I’m pretty sure I told you that. Because I like reading back and that makes it more exciting. But as I said I’m not feeling the best today.

I always told you how I thought I would end up, so I’m going to tell you how I think my brother and sisters will end up, too. They’ve got much more… I don’t know… time. They’ve got a lot more ahead of them.

Also, I am not going to use the Internet to look things up anymore when I forget the word, because this is my book and Google is not my brain and this book is supposed to be a part of my brain. You know what I mean? I want this book to have MY WORDS even if they are the wrong words.

So here it goes. We’ll start with Harry.





THE MCCOY SIBLINGS: AN UNOFFICIAL BIOGRAPHY


CHAPTER 1: HARRISON


Harrison George McCoy was born on a dark day in December, but many would say his cries rang like the bells of Christmas. Actually, no one said that, but he was born around Christmas. As a child, Harrison was obsessed with old coins. Whenever Mom visited her mom in Canada, she brought back Canadian coins, and coins from France, and sometimes coins from England and coins from Spain. Stuart also brought him coins from India the other day and I can’t remember what they’re called but that was so nice of Stuart.

Anyway, where was I? One important day however Harrison went over to his friend Blake’s house and discovered the exciting never-ending world of video games. At first I was not happy about this, having been a child of my parents, who do not like screens. But after watching the way his face lights up when he plays them and how if you ask him one question about Minecraft he will talk more to you than he will ever talk about his own life, I changed my mind.

All this to say Harrison McCoy found his calling with the movement of digital blocks onto other blocks. With this knowledge Harrison will excel in geometry and physics. He will make it through high school with many friends who also have his interests. Oh, like a video game club! Harrison McCoy will join a video game club in let’s say ninth grade.

Soon this video game club became less of a club and more like a collection. No, collective! They mushed their ideas about video games together and created their own video game. Called Geoblock not bad, huh? I should tell him about this idea.

As they got older all their different personalities came together in a perfect balanced way, and they started a company to sell their game. Harrison will be the major video game maker. The boss. And because of his quietness yet also his passion for Geoblock he will be a great leader. The business will succeed beyond his wildest dreams.

One of the members of the collective will be a woman or man that Harrison will always disagree with but respect a lot, because their arguments always find a good answer. After they have taken care of all their business stuff and are full human beings, they will realize they can be perfect life partners as well. They will adopt a puppy and name it Puppy, after the original Puppy. And they will live long after that as a happy family.

(NOT) THE END





HOT, STILL, AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE DAY


Just like every year, they blocked off all the streets in Hanover and people walked around without much clothing, getting sunburned, drinking out of bottles of water or bottles of beer. It was a good day for me, brain-wise and body-wise and otherwise-wise, so while Mom and Dad and the kids went to ride on the rides, I met up with Stuart.

“My little American,” he said, rubbing my shoulders when I found him on the main road. I kissed him. He tasted bitter and sweet. “Having some beers?”

“Yeah, I just…” He rubbed his face with his hand. “Sometimes I just need a break.”

“Good! Yes! You should relax.” He had come over almost every day this week, helping to do the dishes, taking Puppy for long walks, driving Bette and Davy to camp.