I got home from Belize last night at midnight. As you can tell, I did not update at all from Belize. But I diligently journaled, which perhaps is better. My thoughts can be mine alone.
Right now I'm sitting with my mother by our little pool area, on a black whicker 'settee' (as Mammy calls it). She's wearing my straw hat and drinking sweet tea. We're surrounded by pillows she made and potted plants. The setting sun is casting shadows and sparkles over the leaves and flowers and our bare feet resting on the coffee table. Our hammock chairs sways ever so slightly in the breeze. My cat voices his unhappiness at nothing in particular. My dog roams free through the clover patch.
There's no where else I would rather be.
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21 June 2011
03 February 2010
green day
clickity click
That's how I spent the last four minutes of my existence. I suggest you do the same.
Buggy was overheating last week, and I've been too scared to drive him until we can get him looked at. So my mom's been taking me to school. Scott has stayed home from school the past two days, which has worked nicely for me, but I'm worried about his grades. Anyway, it's been very enjoyable riding with Mom. She's the best driver I know. She always get's me there on time, and it's really fun adventuring down the shortcut side roads she finds. And we get to talk. We don't usually make time for that on a daily basis.
Waiting for her is a completely different affair. I get very impatient, being at school when it's basically empty, doing nothing. It sends me back to elementary days, the forgotten at soccer practice feeling. She was late today, and it just put me in a rotten mood. But then, as we were driving home, there were several cars at the thrift store on Huntsville Road, the one with stuff on display out front. So I told Mom to slow down, to see if there was anything good. I commented, "Wow" about a pink Mickey Mouse sweatshirt, and she said "What?!" and immediately pulled over. It was awesome.
So that's how I spent an hour of my late afternoon. Sifting through treasures with my mother. Few other things in the world make me feel more at peace than digging through racks of 90's Gap-wear and synthetic fabric. Seriously. This particular store is a little too overpriced, but they were having an EVERYTHING 50% OFF sale. It's such a fun place, because there's a walkway big enough for literally a single person throughout the whole two rooms. The rest is covered with racks and piles of stuff, tables of lamps and toys and cassette tapes and candles, with pairs of shoes stuck everywhere. It should make most people feel claustrophobic but it makes me so happy. I could easily see myself becoming just like the woman who owns that store. Except I would probably run it out of my house. It would be my house. Complete with a cat clock and a corner for any kind of Razorback accessory you could possibly imagine.
I found a really nice pair of tan leather boot clog things, but they were a 9 1/2. They fit, but only barely, and would hurt after a while. I was so close! So close. Not meant to be, I guess. Neither was that sweatshirt we stopped for in the first place. However, I did buy a very nice green purse, brand new, for $2.50. It was an absolutely splendid trip.
I'm leaving tomorrow for Jonesboro. Please pray for serenity on that bus trip and strength for my audition on Friday.
Hooray for green tea.
That's how I spent the last four minutes of my existence. I suggest you do the same.
Buggy was overheating last week, and I've been too scared to drive him until we can get him looked at. So my mom's been taking me to school. Scott has stayed home from school the past two days, which has worked nicely for me, but I'm worried about his grades. Anyway, it's been very enjoyable riding with Mom. She's the best driver I know. She always get's me there on time, and it's really fun adventuring down the shortcut side roads she finds. And we get to talk. We don't usually make time for that on a daily basis.
Waiting for her is a completely different affair. I get very impatient, being at school when it's basically empty, doing nothing. It sends me back to elementary days, the forgotten at soccer practice feeling. She was late today, and it just put me in a rotten mood. But then, as we were driving home, there were several cars at the thrift store on Huntsville Road, the one with stuff on display out front. So I told Mom to slow down, to see if there was anything good. I commented, "Wow" about a pink Mickey Mouse sweatshirt, and she said "What?!" and immediately pulled over. It was awesome.
So that's how I spent an hour of my late afternoon. Sifting through treasures with my mother. Few other things in the world make me feel more at peace than digging through racks of 90's Gap-wear and synthetic fabric. Seriously. This particular store is a little too overpriced, but they were having an EVERYTHING 50% OFF sale. It's such a fun place, because there's a walkway big enough for literally a single person throughout the whole two rooms. The rest is covered with racks and piles of stuff, tables of lamps and toys and cassette tapes and candles, with pairs of shoes stuck everywhere. It should make most people feel claustrophobic but it makes me so happy. I could easily see myself becoming just like the woman who owns that store. Except I would probably run it out of my house. It would be my house. Complete with a cat clock and a corner for any kind of Razorback accessory you could possibly imagine.
I found a really nice pair of tan leather boot clog things, but they were a 9 1/2. They fit, but only barely, and would hurt after a while. I was so close! So close. Not meant to be, I guess. Neither was that sweatshirt we stopped for in the first place. However, I did buy a very nice green purse, brand new, for $2.50. It was an absolutely splendid trip.
I'm leaving tomorrow for Jonesboro. Please pray for serenity on that bus trip and strength for my audition on Friday.
Hooray for green tea.
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