Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Before before yesterday. Then.
Yo, fellow earth beings (and those random aliens who occasionally read this blog too). PEACE!
ok ok ok ok
The last few weeks have flown by like... like... like something flying. A combination (say that in the French way) of busy and bored, exciting and frustrating. I wonder how much of it all I'll remember five or ten years down the road. Hense, JOURNALS people. I love journalism and I'm already on my second one this year. I am officially a journalist!
There are many many different stories from the last couple of days that I know I can't completely cover, nor do I really feel inclined to do so, in this blog. "Get used to disappointment."-Westley
But I WILL tell you somethings. Brace yourself. (ha ha ha ha... ha)
ALRIGHTY THEN!
I'm go backwards.
Yesterday I drove up to Rexburg and got settled into my apartment. At first I was afraid it wouldn't happen because the door was locked, the landing was flooded, and my managers weren't home. I met up wid my friend Chloé, and shortly afterwards I spoted my managers, got a key, and got the landing drained. I moved in my stuff, thanx for the help Chloé, and took off for the grocery store. The first shopping trip is ALWAYS the most expensive because you have to make a foundation for your pantry, and thus, as I left the store, I felt guilty for spending as much as I did, even though all of it was 100% necessary. As I returned the only other girl who looked like she was moving in last night left. For good. Aparently she didn't know we were in a small, basment like downstairs, and so she took off. And so I had the apartment to myself last night. Kinda dark and lonely at first, but then I contemplated that when I'm dealing with something really difficult, like a quest or a test, I like doing it alone, simply to feel stronger or something like that. (but not always)
The day BEFORE yesterday I was in SLC shopping and visiting Tammy (my cousin) and her family. All the girls were happy to see me and I got to surprise Sarah by meeting her at the bus stop with Jayne. It wasn't a super extremely busy day, but after the day before, I was quite easily exhausted.
That day, the day before before yesterday, Jo and I drove from KC to SLC. Everything was going fine, the weather was beautiful, until we reached Little America. We went in and got ice-cream, etc., and when we came out it was snowing. Snowing passionately. Jo agreed to drive, and I was quite grateful as we pretty quickly found it to be one dark and confusing drive. We stopped at a gas station to scrape the ice off the windshield and wipers, and then decided we'd proceed on to the valley anyhow. We arrive after midnight, a few hours later than we'd planned, but we were alive and safe and I suppose that's all that really matters.
And to prevent any furthure confusing about the "before yesterdays", this is where I'm going to end the recount at this point. My stomach calls, I haven't had breakfast and Chloé should be here soon.
Tally ho!
ok ok ok ok
The last few weeks have flown by like... like... like something flying. A combination (say that in the French way) of busy and bored, exciting and frustrating. I wonder how much of it all I'll remember five or ten years down the road. Hense, JOURNALS people. I love journalism and I'm already on my second one this year. I am officially a journalist!
There are many many different stories from the last couple of days that I know I can't completely cover, nor do I really feel inclined to do so, in this blog. "Get used to disappointment."-Westley
But I WILL tell you somethings. Brace yourself. (ha ha ha ha... ha)
ALRIGHTY THEN!
I'm go backwards.
Yesterday I drove up to Rexburg and got settled into my apartment. At first I was afraid it wouldn't happen because the door was locked, the landing was flooded, and my managers weren't home. I met up wid my friend Chloé, and shortly afterwards I spoted my managers, got a key, and got the landing drained. I moved in my stuff, thanx for the help Chloé, and took off for the grocery store. The first shopping trip is ALWAYS the most expensive because you have to make a foundation for your pantry, and thus, as I left the store, I felt guilty for spending as much as I did, even though all of it was 100% necessary. As I returned the only other girl who looked like she was moving in last night left. For good. Aparently she didn't know we were in a small, basment like downstairs, and so she took off. And so I had the apartment to myself last night. Kinda dark and lonely at first, but then I contemplated that when I'm dealing with something really difficult, like a quest or a test, I like doing it alone, simply to feel stronger or something like that. (but not always)
The day BEFORE yesterday I was in SLC shopping and visiting Tammy (my cousin) and her family. All the girls were happy to see me and I got to surprise Sarah by meeting her at the bus stop with Jayne. It wasn't a super extremely busy day, but after the day before, I was quite easily exhausted.
That day, the day before before yesterday, Jo and I drove from KC to SLC. Everything was going fine, the weather was beautiful, until we reached Little America. We went in and got ice-cream, etc., and when we came out it was snowing. Snowing passionately. Jo agreed to drive, and I was quite grateful as we pretty quickly found it to be one dark and confusing drive. We stopped at a gas station to scrape the ice off the windshield and wipers, and then decided we'd proceed on to the valley anyhow. We arrive after midnight, a few hours later than we'd planned, but we were alive and safe and I suppose that's all that really matters.
And to prevent any furthure confusing about the "before yesterdays", this is where I'm going to end the recount at this point. My stomach calls, I haven't had breakfast and Chloé should be here soon.
Tally ho!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Tomorrow is another day
Hey y'all,
alright. I'm packed. My junk (or most of it) is in the car. i head out for KC one last time, and then, on Wednesday it's back to the west. Oh boy.
This semester I'm a storm of swirling mixed feelings about going to Idaho. With my sister-in-law pregnant, and several siblings leaving Utah for MO, I find a lot of the things I look forward to growing more distant. I'm determined to make more friends, so that I won't be lonely or homesick, but I can't but feel a bit skeptical. As a family, we fight with eachother more than anyone else. But at the same time we understand eachother better, communicate better, and enjoy the same things more than anyone else. i'm just gonna have to drug myself with the company of other people to numb the ache of being away from them. It's not like I'm joined at the hip to my siblings, inseperable and what not. But what am I going to do for the 4th of July this year? I'm not one who enjoys talking on the phone a lot, so when am I going to talk to them? Oh well. I just wish I could get a week or two off when the baby comes so that I could be there. I really want to be there!!!!!!!!!!
It's late. I'm tired. And funnily enough, with as much as I'm dwelling on my family and being with them, right now, at this moment, I want to get away from them. I want some fresh air. Fresh people. Fresh atmosphere. Here, I'll describe to you what I'm picturing, and how I feel right now.
Picture a late, summer evening. The sunset is almost faded and the sky is a deep, velvety indigo. There are millions of stars in the sky, like holes in the cieling of heaven where the sunshines through. I'm laying on my back on a wooden dock. One of those old fasioned ones that has unpainted wooden planks that go out to two wooden posts poking out of the water. The water is still-ish. Gentle, laping waves, and those rippling rings all over from where the water bugs skitter across the surface. The sky and dying sunset are reflected on the deep, black and indigo face of the water, like a mirror. All around me are tall, pale, thick-bladed grasses. They grow right up to the sides of the dock, shielding me in from the outside world; completely surrounding the small pond like a secluded world of it's own. There are water lilies and chirping frogs. And a gentle, warm, humid breeze that floats by, sending the grasses into churning cacophonies and swaying sillohettes. Someone half sits, half lays beside me. My hands are folded behind my head and I'm staring into the sky, looking, but not really seeing. Beside me my friend, whether boy or girl I can't exactly identify but it doesn't really matter, reclines of their elbows, with one leg straight, and the other bent. We're talking, lazily. We have a pitcher of white grape juice and two cups that we sip form occassionally, contentedly. I feel so relaxed. So free. I feel so secure. Like I wouldn't have any qualms if I just drifted off to sleep there and lay there, serene and defensless in the open night air. I don't know exactly what we're talking about. Heaven? Italy? Books? My story? Philosophy? Everything? Anything? Maybe even nonsense. There are no city sounds, no cars, no other voices. I can vaguely see a small skiff, lodged in the grasses somewhere nearby. I'm laying on a small persian rug, with a row of tassles on one end. It feels like we could be anywhere, during any time period. The air is thick with an orchestra of night sounds. From crickets to frogs to even a whipper will or two.
Yes, tonight this is where I want to be. At least for a few hours. A few, peaceful, dew speckled hours. Just long enough to forget the rest of the world exists. Just long enough to detatch myself and be myself uncomplicated. I would say that I'd wish that whoever is with me could be a guy, but there's no face, so I can't really picture it too well. I could just as soon be all alone. Only, I wish someone was there with me. Anyone. A friend. That would be nice.
I guess this is good night everyone. Let's not make tonight too complicated, ok? Try, just please try to spend one night simply being, and then we'll all get up tomorrow and go on with our lives and never say a word. Just... think. Just lay there and look at the cieling and (hum?). Or if you have a piano, play something soft and slow and sunny. Like an early early summer morning.
Can't we let tomorrow be tomorrow?
Love,
Kate
alright. I'm packed. My junk (or most of it) is in the car. i head out for KC one last time, and then, on Wednesday it's back to the west. Oh boy.
This semester I'm a storm of swirling mixed feelings about going to Idaho. With my sister-in-law pregnant, and several siblings leaving Utah for MO, I find a lot of the things I look forward to growing more distant. I'm determined to make more friends, so that I won't be lonely or homesick, but I can't but feel a bit skeptical. As a family, we fight with eachother more than anyone else. But at the same time we understand eachother better, communicate better, and enjoy the same things more than anyone else. i'm just gonna have to drug myself with the company of other people to numb the ache of being away from them. It's not like I'm joined at the hip to my siblings, inseperable and what not. But what am I going to do for the 4th of July this year? I'm not one who enjoys talking on the phone a lot, so when am I going to talk to them? Oh well. I just wish I could get a week or two off when the baby comes so that I could be there. I really want to be there!!!!!!!!!!
It's late. I'm tired. And funnily enough, with as much as I'm dwelling on my family and being with them, right now, at this moment, I want to get away from them. I want some fresh air. Fresh people. Fresh atmosphere. Here, I'll describe to you what I'm picturing, and how I feel right now.
Picture a late, summer evening. The sunset is almost faded and the sky is a deep, velvety indigo. There are millions of stars in the sky, like holes in the cieling of heaven where the sunshines through. I'm laying on my back on a wooden dock. One of those old fasioned ones that has unpainted wooden planks that go out to two wooden posts poking out of the water. The water is still-ish. Gentle, laping waves, and those rippling rings all over from where the water bugs skitter across the surface. The sky and dying sunset are reflected on the deep, black and indigo face of the water, like a mirror. All around me are tall, pale, thick-bladed grasses. They grow right up to the sides of the dock, shielding me in from the outside world; completely surrounding the small pond like a secluded world of it's own. There are water lilies and chirping frogs. And a gentle, warm, humid breeze that floats by, sending the grasses into churning cacophonies and swaying sillohettes. Someone half sits, half lays beside me. My hands are folded behind my head and I'm staring into the sky, looking, but not really seeing. Beside me my friend, whether boy or girl I can't exactly identify but it doesn't really matter, reclines of their elbows, with one leg straight, and the other bent. We're talking, lazily. We have a pitcher of white grape juice and two cups that we sip form occassionally, contentedly. I feel so relaxed. So free. I feel so secure. Like I wouldn't have any qualms if I just drifted off to sleep there and lay there, serene and defensless in the open night air. I don't know exactly what we're talking about. Heaven? Italy? Books? My story? Philosophy? Everything? Anything? Maybe even nonsense. There are no city sounds, no cars, no other voices. I can vaguely see a small skiff, lodged in the grasses somewhere nearby. I'm laying on a small persian rug, with a row of tassles on one end. It feels like we could be anywhere, during any time period. The air is thick with an orchestra of night sounds. From crickets to frogs to even a whipper will or two.
Yes, tonight this is where I want to be. At least for a few hours. A few, peaceful, dew speckled hours. Just long enough to forget the rest of the world exists. Just long enough to detatch myself and be myself uncomplicated. I would say that I'd wish that whoever is with me could be a guy, but there's no face, so I can't really picture it too well. I could just as soon be all alone. Only, I wish someone was there with me. Anyone. A friend. That would be nice.
I guess this is good night everyone. Let's not make tonight too complicated, ok? Try, just please try to spend one night simply being, and then we'll all get up tomorrow and go on with our lives and never say a word. Just... think. Just lay there and look at the cieling and (hum?). Or if you have a piano, play something soft and slow and sunny. Like an early early summer morning.
Can't we let tomorrow be tomorrow?
Love,
Kate
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Take a DEEP breath...
Today... wow. Long day. Long month.
I'll start with a summary of the month's events.
Mom went off to Utah to do inventory of my recently deceased grandmother's house. Then she brought back a ton of stuff in a moving van. So for the last three weeks or so our house has looked like someone must have just moved in and was still unpacking. We managed to do a lot of dividing up and so forth, and gratefully sent some of the largest items off to Am's apartment. That day was a LONG day. I worked all day, and then came home, ate dinner, got in the van, drove to Columbia, moved junk into Am's place (including a dresser and a couch (which thankfully I didn't have to carry)), and drove home. We got home at about 11:30 pm. Every day that week I had something I had to do in the evenings after work, making it a long week over all.
And then ALSO this month I signed up for my classes for next semester (French, photography something or other, anthropology, art history, art lecture, church history...) totally with 15.5 credits. I then got housing worked out, contract signed and paid for, etc.
Then this month my bosses convinced me to want to work for them from Idaho, resulting in them buying me a company owned laptop to take with me. "My" very own, brand new laptop!!! It's like... Christmas again but I don't get laptops for Christmas, so.... awesome!
And then this month has been the month of up and down all around spasmatic weather. From snow and ice storms to major thunderstorms and some flooding to 79 F and sunny. Literally all over the radar! And between storms the grass has really got a move on on the whole turn green for spring thing, and mom's daffodils are blooming already! The trees are getting tiny buds and that always makes my heart jump with excitement for green and spring!!! Oh, and also between storms we've been burning the hills and the fields. This is a good practise for any typical year anyhow, but with all the rain last year the grass grew like crazy, so the dead grass now is like... well let's just say that the hill looks like a thickly pack, billowy, golden hay bale all it's own. The last time we burned, last Friday really, it was cold and windy. Really windy. So we burned the opposite direction of the wind and tried not to freeze or catch on fire from the flying flames in the wind.
Today was early fast Sunday. Next week is General Conference (yay!) and so today was bumped forward. I didn't eat 'til like 5:30, 6 pm as it goes. No water, no food. I slept from two to three to try not to think about the carrot cake I made yesterday. I made carrot cake because I was looking for something to bake that I hadn't had in a while. When I saw it I got all excited. I haven't hade carrot cake in AGES. It almost seems like no one has had it in ages either, or least I haven't heard it mentioned recently at all. Unique, and special I thought. Well tonight at YSA dinner one of the leaders informed us that one of the men had brought... carrot cake. What? Really? Wow! That's... a surpise! (but I must admit, I liked my cake better. No prejudice about it being mine or anything. Maybe it's just my recipe. It was more moist and more flavorful. And, well, it didn't have raisins.)
Later this month my grandmother (the NON deceased on, obviously) is coming to stay with us for a few weeks. I'm leaving for Idaho shortly after she gets here though. My sister Johanna is also coming out for a week. She's going to Kansas City to look for housing for her move in May. I hope to tag along. And THEN the week after I leave (a few DAYS after really) Tom and Margo are coming out. They too are looking for housing for their move this summer. I'm going to be alone in the west this year!!! *Sad, dejected face* Well, I do have extended family still, but it's still not quite the same.
And now for the big, beautiful, burst your buttons with joy news. I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNT!!!! YIPEEE!!!! Tom and Margo are pregnant (ok, only Margo really. But they always say it like that for some reason). Expecting around November they think. They just called my mom and dad and told them. I can't even explain how happy this makes me, so you'll just have to take my word for it and pretend you can see my jumping up and down and whooping and singing to myself. :)
YAY!!!!!!
Yeah. Busy, busy, busy! And before I know it I'll be back in Idaho, plugging away at my classes and making new friends (cross my fingers and hope to die) and meeting up with old ones and singing at stadium singing which I love and miss a ton and wishing I were home again anyways and wishing it were warmer and greener but happy and... happy any how.
Phew! Hold it together, Kate. It's going to be a long hawl! Hopefully fun though, right?
Cheers people!!
p.s. I've been reading some of Elder Derryn Stiner's letters about his mission in Congo... wow! That's all i can say about it. Wow! Those of you who have read them, you know what I mean!
I'll start with a summary of the month's events.
Mom went off to Utah to do inventory of my recently deceased grandmother's house. Then she brought back a ton of stuff in a moving van. So for the last three weeks or so our house has looked like someone must have just moved in and was still unpacking. We managed to do a lot of dividing up and so forth, and gratefully sent some of the largest items off to Am's apartment. That day was a LONG day. I worked all day, and then came home, ate dinner, got in the van, drove to Columbia, moved junk into Am's place (including a dresser and a couch (which thankfully I didn't have to carry)), and drove home. We got home at about 11:30 pm. Every day that week I had something I had to do in the evenings after work, making it a long week over all.
And then ALSO this month I signed up for my classes for next semester (French, photography something or other, anthropology, art history, art lecture, church history...) totally with 15.5 credits. I then got housing worked out, contract signed and paid for, etc.
Then this month my bosses convinced me to want to work for them from Idaho, resulting in them buying me a company owned laptop to take with me. "My" very own, brand new laptop!!! It's like... Christmas again but I don't get laptops for Christmas, so.... awesome!
And then this month has been the month of up and down all around spasmatic weather. From snow and ice storms to major thunderstorms and some flooding to 79 F and sunny. Literally all over the radar! And between storms the grass has really got a move on on the whole turn green for spring thing, and mom's daffodils are blooming already! The trees are getting tiny buds and that always makes my heart jump with excitement for green and spring!!! Oh, and also between storms we've been burning the hills and the fields. This is a good practise for any typical year anyhow, but with all the rain last year the grass grew like crazy, so the dead grass now is like... well let's just say that the hill looks like a thickly pack, billowy, golden hay bale all it's own. The last time we burned, last Friday really, it was cold and windy. Really windy. So we burned the opposite direction of the wind and tried not to freeze or catch on fire from the flying flames in the wind.
Today was early fast Sunday. Next week is General Conference (yay!) and so today was bumped forward. I didn't eat 'til like 5:30, 6 pm as it goes. No water, no food. I slept from two to three to try not to think about the carrot cake I made yesterday. I made carrot cake because I was looking for something to bake that I hadn't had in a while. When I saw it I got all excited. I haven't hade carrot cake in AGES. It almost seems like no one has had it in ages either, or least I haven't heard it mentioned recently at all. Unique, and special I thought. Well tonight at YSA dinner one of the leaders informed us that one of the men had brought... carrot cake. What? Really? Wow! That's... a surpise! (but I must admit, I liked my cake better. No prejudice about it being mine or anything. Maybe it's just my recipe. It was more moist and more flavorful. And, well, it didn't have raisins.)
Later this month my grandmother (the NON deceased on, obviously) is coming to stay with us for a few weeks. I'm leaving for Idaho shortly after she gets here though. My sister Johanna is also coming out for a week. She's going to Kansas City to look for housing for her move in May. I hope to tag along. And THEN the week after I leave (a few DAYS after really) Tom and Margo are coming out. They too are looking for housing for their move this summer. I'm going to be alone in the west this year!!! *Sad, dejected face* Well, I do have extended family still, but it's still not quite the same.
And now for the big, beautiful, burst your buttons with joy news. I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNT!!!! YIPEEE!!!! Tom and Margo are pregnant (ok, only Margo really. But they always say it like that for some reason). Expecting around November they think. They just called my mom and dad and told them. I can't even explain how happy this makes me, so you'll just have to take my word for it and pretend you can see my jumping up and down and whooping and singing to myself. :)
YAY!!!!!!
Yeah. Busy, busy, busy! And before I know it I'll be back in Idaho, plugging away at my classes and making new friends (cross my fingers and hope to die) and meeting up with old ones and singing at stadium singing which I love and miss a ton and wishing I were home again anyways and wishing it were warmer and greener but happy and... happy any how.
Phew! Hold it together, Kate. It's going to be a long hawl! Hopefully fun though, right?
Cheers people!!
p.s. I've been reading some of Elder Derryn Stiner's letters about his mission in Congo... wow! That's all i can say about it. Wow! Those of you who have read them, you know what I mean!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Storms part one: Predisposed to lure you
Storms are like good books. They're intoxicating. They're like sweet nectar and cool water to my blood. I feel an added energy pumping along side the red cells and plasma in my veins. It's real, and it's drug like. I can feel my thoughts intensifying and clearifying. I kick off my socks and and crouch, like a cat, in the shadows just inside my window. The wind carries the energy. I can tell, because every time I inhale the humid gusts that blow through my screen I can taste it. I can feel it as it enters my lungs and then my blood. It's the gypsy, pre-storm ghost breezes that tantalize me like this the most. Their overwhelming scentless scents. Their tasteless flavors. Like the dancers, with their long, colorful ribbons flowing, that precede the parades of lords and conquerors. And in their silent rythms singing are the dicordant bird songs, like the lyres and nomadic pipe songs. It's the very breath of lightning in your lungs.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Love is life. So, to be or not to be?
Bonjourno, mes amigos!
Contradiction, contradiction, contradiction, and yes.
Life is crashing to an end! The sky has fallen out of the sun! I feel my blood chilling and my brain broiling! To be or not to be that is le question, oui? Tu chez, tu chez! Wo is smee! Wo, wo, wo is smee! ("pant pant pant")
Feeling sorry for yourself? Well, try our new bottle dose product of "forget yourself" and feel your very heart of depressingly dark coal melt into bubbles. Here at the T.H.A.N.G. we dress to impress, and would like to prove you wrong about all preconcieved notions of self-pity! No, this is not a Love Potion #9, nor is it a dulling-sleeping draft. With a healthy dose of our "forget yourself", once every few days or so your wildest, and definitely brightest, dreams will surely come true! Try us, try us and you may... try us, try us and you may say:
Contradiction, contradiction, contradiction, and yes.
Life is crashing to an end! The sky has fallen out of the sun! I feel my blood chilling and my brain broiling! To be or not to be that is le question, oui? Tu chez, tu chez! Wo is smee! Wo, wo, wo is smee! ("pant pant pant")
Feeling sorry for yourself? Well, try our new bottle dose product of "forget yourself" and feel your very heart of depressingly dark coal melt into bubbles. Here at the T.H.A.N.G. we dress to impress, and would like to prove you wrong about all preconcieved notions of self-pity! No, this is not a Love Potion #9, nor is it a dulling-sleeping draft. With a healthy dose of our "forget yourself", once every few days or so your wildest, and definitely brightest, dreams will surely come true! Try us, try us and you may... try us, try us and you may say:
"COWABUNGA!"
WARNING: try this at home!
And people think that life is hard.
And I suppose that would make them right.
But besides that...
I love hot chocolate with rich, canned milk. I love when you're drawing and your pencil makes miraculous things happen that you didn't think you could do. I love reading a good, satisfying, book. The kind that makes you want to snuggle deep under a blanket in the sunshine and drift away, seamlessly, soundlessly. I love toast and jam with milk. I love hot pie with new york vanilla ice cream that just melts ontop. I love sudden cloud burst. I love sun rays. The ones that streak through the cracks in the clouds, illuminted by water particles all the way to the ground where they light up the earth like natural golden spot lights. I love swimming in ponds and lakes with a few good friends. I love canoing, and the exhiliration that comes when you're stearing and you see a bend in the river up ahead! I love cuddling a cuddly cat and letting it purr and nuzzle my chin and stretch its paws against my collarbone. I love watching new born kittens play, innocent and full of energy. The harmless bites, that rompus chases. The sudden bushy tailed, wide eyed and started surprises that leave them shooting back just to skid around and charge again. I love laying awake and listening to the crickets singing. I love chasing fireflies. I love wondering about my one-day husband, and my one-day children. How we'll meet. How they'll look. Their names, their faces, their smiles. Their laughter. I love closing my eyes and pretending I'm in the places I see in pictures. Standing on the edge of the waterfall cliffs in Brazil, feeling the mist in my face and the thrill of the shear drop at my feet. Or walking through the crowded markets of India or Morocco, with sweat, leather, spices, and oils scenting the air. Or dancing jigs at an Irish festival, clapping my hands, tapping my feet to the fast and fietsy fiddle music. Laughing, telling tall tales, commenting on nothingnesses. Or riding horses along the beach in New Zealand. Drinking hot-cocoa and people watching at a cafe in Paris. I love waking up just in time to see the sunrise, even if I fall back to sleep again. I love stretching. The sweet, twisty, relieving feeling of stretching. When it send ripples up your spine and your toes twitch with pleasure. I love looking at my self in the mirror and saying, with a completely serious face, something utterly ridiculous in an absurd British accent and then walking away before bursting into loud guffaws. I love running so hard that you feel this weightless, giddy sensation wash over you. I love greeting people in the morning. I like saying hi more than goodbye. Sometimes i just prefer to slip away. But there's something fun about greeting people in the morning. I love running my hands through my hair. It's soft and silky and relaxes me. (not some vain thing mind). I love the good eccentrics. The ones that do the good things that no one would ever have thought of. The silly, odd, fun and cheerful things. I love milk. Oh, I love a good, deep, cold glass of milk! And then letting out a deep sigh after a long sip. I love faery wings and water lilies and dew. I love gummy bears and babies cheeks and fun socks. I love swords and military metals and fishing poles. I love watching the water trails behind motor boats. I love watching duck and geese on the water. I love listening to the geese as they fly overhead. I love capris and t-shirts. I love toffee. I love pistachios. I love listening to foreigners speak English in their own accents and with their own speach uniqunesses. I love children's non-nonsensical stories. I love sticking my feet out either side of the covers. I love food still hot: mashed potatoes, bread, beans, french fries, pie, sausage... I love fruit! Fruit juice. Fruit pie. Fruit preserves. Fruit yogurt. Fruit raw. Fruit salad. Fruit pizza. Fruit jerky.
I love my family and friends and this world. I love how many blessings and talents and choices I have. I love succeeding and accomplishing and growing and learning. I love it when I find out about something I'd never even concieved of before.
I love life.
I love love.
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And people think that life is hard.
And I suppose that would make them right.
But besides that...
I love hot chocolate with rich, canned milk. I love when you're drawing and your pencil makes miraculous things happen that you didn't think you could do. I love reading a good, satisfying, book. The kind that makes you want to snuggle deep under a blanket in the sunshine and drift away, seamlessly, soundlessly. I love toast and jam with milk. I love hot pie with new york vanilla ice cream that just melts ontop. I love sudden cloud burst. I love sun rays. The ones that streak through the cracks in the clouds, illuminted by water particles all the way to the ground where they light up the earth like natural golden spot lights. I love swimming in ponds and lakes with a few good friends. I love canoing, and the exhiliration that comes when you're stearing and you see a bend in the river up ahead! I love cuddling a cuddly cat and letting it purr and nuzzle my chin and stretch its paws against my collarbone. I love watching new born kittens play, innocent and full of energy. The harmless bites, that rompus chases. The sudden bushy tailed, wide eyed and started surprises that leave them shooting back just to skid around and charge again. I love laying awake and listening to the crickets singing. I love chasing fireflies. I love wondering about my one-day husband, and my one-day children. How we'll meet. How they'll look. Their names, their faces, their smiles. Their laughter. I love closing my eyes and pretending I'm in the places I see in pictures. Standing on the edge of the waterfall cliffs in Brazil, feeling the mist in my face and the thrill of the shear drop at my feet. Or walking through the crowded markets of India or Morocco, with sweat, leather, spices, and oils scenting the air. Or dancing jigs at an Irish festival, clapping my hands, tapping my feet to the fast and fietsy fiddle music. Laughing, telling tall tales, commenting on nothingnesses. Or riding horses along the beach in New Zealand. Drinking hot-cocoa and people watching at a cafe in Paris. I love waking up just in time to see the sunrise, even if I fall back to sleep again. I love stretching. The sweet, twisty, relieving feeling of stretching. When it send ripples up your spine and your toes twitch with pleasure. I love looking at my self in the mirror and saying, with a completely serious face, something utterly ridiculous in an absurd British accent and then walking away before bursting into loud guffaws. I love running so hard that you feel this weightless, giddy sensation wash over you. I love greeting people in the morning. I like saying hi more than goodbye. Sometimes i just prefer to slip away. But there's something fun about greeting people in the morning. I love running my hands through my hair. It's soft and silky and relaxes me. (not some vain thing mind). I love the good eccentrics. The ones that do the good things that no one would ever have thought of. The silly, odd, fun and cheerful things. I love milk. Oh, I love a good, deep, cold glass of milk! And then letting out a deep sigh after a long sip. I love faery wings and water lilies and dew. I love gummy bears and babies cheeks and fun socks. I love swords and military metals and fishing poles. I love watching the water trails behind motor boats. I love watching duck and geese on the water. I love listening to the geese as they fly overhead. I love capris and t-shirts. I love toffee. I love pistachios. I love listening to foreigners speak English in their own accents and with their own speach uniqunesses. I love children's non-nonsensical stories. I love sticking my feet out either side of the covers. I love food still hot: mashed potatoes, bread, beans, french fries, pie, sausage... I love fruit! Fruit juice. Fruit pie. Fruit preserves. Fruit yogurt. Fruit raw. Fruit salad. Fruit pizza. Fruit jerky.
I love my family and friends and this world. I love how many blessings and talents and choices I have. I love succeeding and accomplishing and growing and learning. I love it when I find out about something I'd never even concieved of before.
I love life.
I love love.
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