Date: 12-26-2009
Christmas has once again come and gone, though Pops won't take down the decorations until after the first of the year. We have plenty of leftovers, despite Spritle and Chim Chim's raids on the fridge. Some things will never change.
Everyone's asleep now so I can write without being interrupted. What to write about, I don't know . . . Guess I'll just have to see where it takes me . . .
It's been ten years since Rex left us . . . I don't know why but I think about him a lot, especially around this time of year. Strangely enough, despite his leaving, our Christmas celebration hasn't changed much. It did at first, because all of the presents under the tree were for me until Spritle came along. After he came along, it kind of went back to the way it was before. It's still changed, though not as noticeably as before. But I know Mom and Pops miss him a lot. Hell, I miss him. Especially around this time of year. I think it's sad that Spritle doesn't know Rex. To him, Rex is a name, an older brother that's more like a myth than an actual person. Sometimes I find myself wondering what he would like now, how things would be different if he hadn't run off, but, mostly, I find that I can barely remember the sound of his voice. And that hurts me more than when he first took off.
There's a full moon out tonight. No clouds. It practically illuminates the outdoors. I wish it could illuminate the mystery that's in my life. Where in the world is Rex Racer. Sounds like that TV show, Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego. We may never know.
It's getting late and I promised Trixie I'd spend the day with her. At least with her, things never change.
Until the next time . . .
Speed