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Well maybe reading "that Tale of Two Cities book" wouldn't have been such a bad idea after all. And maybe it would be a good idea for me to begin writing the essay right NOW without delay, since it is the last day of summer and getting dark. But anyhow, first I want to write about my vacation as facing the fact that school begins in about 14 hours happens to be too much for me to handle at the moment.
So the rest of my vacation in California was lots of fun. We hung around with my ickle cousins some more and made teddy bears at Build a Bear. I am holding the floppy little bear Gabrielle and I created right now. His name is Scruffy and he is very fluffy and he has two hearts and a sweater-vest.
Cape Cod was wonderful. I love waking up in the morning with nothing I have to do except maybe get Gabrielle up to watch the sunrise with me, then go back to bed only to get up at eleven and eat home made strawberry apricot jam on toast and wander my way to the beach where I bake and swim for hours until after the sunset, at which time I come back to a nice warm bowl of my favorite - annie's instant mac and cheese at the house or sometimes french onion soup or a salad with the world's best salad dressing at the tavern down the street.
The only problem this year was that everything kept breaking randomly. Before we left for the Cape, Dad and Sister had already gone down a few hours before and just as we were pulling out, the garage door broke. It took me about half an hour to convince my mother not to call the neighbors ("We need a man!") and that I could safely lower the door manually after pulling the lever that said "switch to manual open/close". Then a few days into the trip, the door to my paren't room where we stay slammed in the breeze and the huge full-length mirror came crashing down, showering glass shards and seven years of bad luck all over the place. Then one evening as I was sittig and begining the Tale of Two Cities, the bottom of the deck chair I was sitting on suddenly dropped out from under me. Now I know I have been eating too many cherry pies at the afore mentioned tavern, but still. Then the day we were supposed to leave, a little goose figurene that was stuck into a piece of wood was mysteriously found to be separated from his wire legs, though no one would admit to the deed. (He was carefully glued back on and hopefully he is still atop his legs today, but one can never be sure) Then just as I was loading the last bags into the car, the slam from the self-shutting screen door (which slams in this way approxamately 20 times a day) must have rattled the frame just enough to cause a huge "security panel" of "unbreakable" glass that was a second layer to a pane of glass by the door to come crashing to the floor, spraying glass all over both of the stairs in the split-level entryway. Other than this it was a truly relaxing vacation.
But alas, my essay is not done... its not even started so away i must go and write the darn thing. Stupid school.
:-O
So the rest of my vacation in California was lots of fun. We hung around with my ickle cousins some more and made teddy bears at Build a Bear. I am holding the floppy little bear Gabrielle and I created right now. His name is Scruffy and he is very fluffy and he has two hearts and a sweater-vest.
Cape Cod was wonderful. I love waking up in the morning with nothing I have to do except maybe get Gabrielle up to watch the sunrise with me, then go back to bed only to get up at eleven and eat home made strawberry apricot jam on toast and wander my way to the beach where I bake and swim for hours until after the sunset, at which time I come back to a nice warm bowl of my favorite - annie's instant mac and cheese at the house or sometimes french onion soup or a salad with the world's best salad dressing at the tavern down the street.
The only problem this year was that everything kept breaking randomly. Before we left for the Cape, Dad and Sister had already gone down a few hours before and just as we were pulling out, the garage door broke. It took me about half an hour to convince my mother not to call the neighbors ("We need a man!") and that I could safely lower the door manually after pulling the lever that said "switch to manual open/close". Then a few days into the trip, the door to my paren't room where we stay slammed in the breeze and the huge full-length mirror came crashing down, showering glass shards and seven years of bad luck all over the place. Then one evening as I was sittig and begining the Tale of Two Cities, the bottom of the deck chair I was sitting on suddenly dropped out from under me. Now I know I have been eating too many cherry pies at the afore mentioned tavern, but still. Then the day we were supposed to leave, a little goose figurene that was stuck into a piece of wood was mysteriously found to be separated from his wire legs, though no one would admit to the deed. (He was carefully glued back on and hopefully he is still atop his legs today, but one can never be sure) Then just as I was loading the last bags into the car, the slam from the self-shutting screen door (which slams in this way approxamately 20 times a day) must have rattled the frame just enough to cause a huge "security panel" of "unbreakable" glass that was a second layer to a pane of glass by the door to come crashing to the floor, spraying glass all over both of the stairs in the split-level entryway. Other than this it was a truly relaxing vacation.
But alas, my essay is not done... its not even started so away i must go and write the darn thing. Stupid school.
:-O