old.

My younger-but-bigger brother turns twenty-one on Sunday. This blows my mind in ways I cannot describe without sounding maudlin. By the time I was twenty-one, I'd, well, I'd done a lot of things I'd rather not think of my younger-but-bigger brother doing. I'm delivering two pies to distract myself with images of him, five years old, eating half of a pie straight off the pie plate at my grandmother's house on Thanksgiving. Chocolate chip pie took care of today. Tomorrow will be banana cream day.

In other news of distraction, I counted the squares on our bedroom quilt today in an effort to perfectly center the blankets on the bed.