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gyrovague (JYE-ro-vayg) noun
A monk who travels from one place to another.
[From French, from Late Latin gyrovagus gyro- (circle) + vagus (wandering).]
How fun is this word? XD
I don't know how long it's been since I've updated. I don't think it matters, although there's been plenty worth saying. The last couple weeks have been one long mishmash of tests, papers, sleep, rushing, love, happiness, stress, food and warmth. I can't say it's been all bad; I can't say it's been all good. It's just been. That's all I ever really expect or need anyway.
Today is Lisa's 16th birthday. I remember mine. It looks long ago in my mind, down a mist-filled tunnel of somuchothermoreimportantstuff, but it was only a few years ago. Mary threw me a "surprise" party at her house. (I knew it was coming.) If there was anything else significant, it's lost now. No special flowers or memorable gifts. Just the usual: me and Lee, a bit at odds because of the sharing, Kanki, money in the mail and maybe some CDs or books. It wasn't bad; it wasn't special. I'm trying to make Lisa's special.
I'm going to New York tomorrow. I won't have enough time though. Four days is not enough for all the shopping, and visiting, and drinking, and sisterly things I want to do. Four days is not enough for all the sisterly things I want to do. I miss Bonnie. It's so cool that she lives in the city now, but it's disconcerting to know that she's not just an hour's drive away. It takes $250 and several free days to see her now. Odd. Scary.
No one ever calls me, or, those who do are the ones I'd rather not speak to at all.
Let us face a pluralistic world in which there are no universal churches, no single remedy for all diseases, no one way to teach or write or sing, no magic diet, no world poets, and no chosen races, but only the wretched and wonderfully diversified human race. -Jacques Barzun
A monk who travels from one place to another.
[From French, from Late Latin gyrovagus gyro- (circle) + vagus (wandering).]
How fun is this word? XD
I don't know how long it's been since I've updated. I don't think it matters, although there's been plenty worth saying. The last couple weeks have been one long mishmash of tests, papers, sleep, rushing, love, happiness, stress, food and warmth. I can't say it's been all bad; I can't say it's been all good. It's just been. That's all I ever really expect or need anyway.
Today is Lisa's 16th birthday. I remember mine. It looks long ago in my mind, down a mist-filled tunnel of somuchothermoreimportantstuff, but it was only a few years ago. Mary threw me a "surprise" party at her house. (I knew it was coming.) If there was anything else significant, it's lost now. No special flowers or memorable gifts. Just the usual: me and Lee, a bit at odds because of the sharing, Kanki, money in the mail and maybe some CDs or books. It wasn't bad; it wasn't special. I'm trying to make Lisa's special.
I'm going to New York tomorrow. I won't have enough time though. Four days is not enough for all the shopping, and visiting, and drinking, and sisterly things I want to do. Four days is not enough for all the sisterly things I want to do. I miss Bonnie. It's so cool that she lives in the city now, but it's disconcerting to know that she's not just an hour's drive away. It takes $250 and several free days to see her now. Odd. Scary.
No one ever calls me, or, those who do are the ones I'd rather not speak to at all.
Let us face a pluralistic world in which there are no universal churches, no single remedy for all diseases, no one way to teach or write or sing, no magic diet, no world poets, and no chosen races, but only the wretched and wonderfully diversified human race. -Jacques Barzun