Kate (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} irreparable_day) wrote,@ 2009-03-30 11:10:00 |
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Astrid and Claire
I spent my Friday evening in Anne's home watching Changeling and Annie Hall (two excellent cinematic gems) while drinking iced tea. The wind was particularly violent that night and I distinctly remember not being phased by it at all because I felt so incredibly safe in her home. We talked for so long about anything and everything. I felt like it was one of the first times I had really talked to anyone in months.
I first met Anne Stone while working in Newport. When I first began working at the cafe it seemed that she would always make an appearance in the morning. We would talk shortly about the odds and ends of things while she waited patiently for her order to be prepared. The thing that distinguished Anne from other costumers was that I never felt as if I was engaging in small talk with her. I think of small talk as conversing with someone who does not give a fuck about what you are saying. Half the time people don't even make eye contact with you during small talk. They say their two cents about the weather or make some not so clever comment about their dissatisfaction with the work day and that concludes the whole riveting small talk experience.
Another thing that I noticed about Anne was that she was never hurried by her schedule. Typically when she would come in she would say that she was just heading off to work. She would say this, but she would still stay a substantial amount of time just to talk to me about whatever suited our current mood or interest. This is not to say that Anne was one to lose track of time either. Everything about Anne was calming. I liked Anne straight away because everyone knew she was one of the few who had her priorities exactly as they should be. She took the time to connect with people and set her errands aside just to offer her undivided attention.
I don't think there has ever been anyone in my life who has conveyed so much compassion, charm and poise as Anne Stone. I wish that I was not so afraid of loving her or thinking of her as the mother I could only hope to have. I guess I still mourn the wreckage of everything that was ruined before when I put faith in others to compose the family that I won't ever have.
Currently reading: Beautiful Losers
Currently hating: American ignorance and the fact that the car has become our wheelchair
Currently loving: Dave, Rob, Jeff, Troy and Eli
Currently eating: Hummus and carrots
I spent my Friday evening in Anne's home watching Changeling and Annie Hall (two excellent cinematic gems) while drinking iced tea. The wind was particularly violent that night and I distinctly remember not being phased by it at all because I felt so incredibly safe in her home. We talked for so long about anything and everything. I felt like it was one of the first times I had really talked to anyone in months.
I first met Anne Stone while working in Newport. When I first began working at the cafe it seemed that she would always make an appearance in the morning. We would talk shortly about the odds and ends of things while she waited patiently for her order to be prepared. The thing that distinguished Anne from other costumers was that I never felt as if I was engaging in small talk with her. I think of small talk as conversing with someone who does not give a fuck about what you are saying. Half the time people don't even make eye contact with you during small talk. They say their two cents about the weather or make some not so clever comment about their dissatisfaction with the work day and that concludes the whole riveting small talk experience.
Another thing that I noticed about Anne was that she was never hurried by her schedule. Typically when she would come in she would say that she was just heading off to work. She would say this, but she would still stay a substantial amount of time just to talk to me about whatever suited our current mood or interest. This is not to say that Anne was one to lose track of time either. Everything about Anne was calming. I liked Anne straight away because everyone knew she was one of the few who had her priorities exactly as they should be. She took the time to connect with people and set her errands aside just to offer her undivided attention.
I don't think there has ever been anyone in my life who has conveyed so much compassion, charm and poise as Anne Stone. I wish that I was not so afraid of loving her or thinking of her as the mother I could only hope to have. I guess I still mourn the wreckage of everything that was ruined before when I put faith in others to compose the family that I won't ever have.
Currently reading: Beautiful Losers
Currently hating: American ignorance and the fact that the car has become our wheelchair
Currently loving: Dave, Rob, Jeff, Troy and Eli
Currently eating: Hummus and carrots
