and cobwebs in tree trunks are your favourite things
Do you think it's at all possible that we might have cleared Winter altogether? The weather can't go bad again, can it?: not after all of this!
Of course, lying out on the lawn, all that I can think is "MORE SUNSHINE! MORE SUNSHINE!" -- it doesn't get deep enough, my skin can't seem to soak in enough of it to make up for the sunless winter. Get hotter, sun: burn closer to the ground! I know, this is a wish that one usually comes to regret. But I could eat sunshine right now -- and still not get quite enough.
The summer fever is hitting me hard, and I want to ride roller coasters, swing at the park, and dance at the pavilion at Merlefest. I also really want pretty high-waisted shorts and a fetching little boater hat, but these things are more difficult to find than one would initially suspect, alas.
Speaking of pretty things, yesterday's Envelope From Anna contained the splendidest blank card, which of course I have no desire to write on and send away to someone, and was simply going to mount on my wall or closet door with sticky tack as I've done with my vintage postcards and such, when I, hunting through the book closet for some forgotten thing, found the cover that had come off one of my favourite notebooks and realised it would make a splendid backing. Hurrah for recycling! And for sticky tack! (I have to admit, I am far too excited about the bits of sticky tack affixing some of Anna's little presents to their cards. I can never find any in the house.)
I have since glued down the fly-away bits on the ends as well. It's so cheerful and charming! And now I am rather pleased at my own craftiness (ohoho... you see what I did there, didn't you? *facepalm*).
And now to cower in fear somewhat: a bevy of Heidi's friends are arriving in several hours to celebrate Heidi's tenth birthday and there is no one to protect me! Not even cake can compensate me adequately (especially as I make cake all the time). I wouldn't mind so much, except... small girls terrify me, and it seems as though nobody teaches their children about privacy and giving people space anymore. They always want to talk to me and see my things and tell me stuff even though we have no established relationship and why would I want to hear what they dreamt last night or what some friend of theirs did at school, anyway? And I flinch every time one of them inevitably calls my mother casually by her first name. If I end up as a children's librarian -- though that isn't really my calling I'd enjoy it for a brief period -- I will have a sign on my desk proclaiming me Miss Robbins or perhaps Miss Jo and any little insubordinate will be flogged within an inch of their life if they speak to me with over-presumed intimacy. -- Well, maybe not flogged, but I'll feed them to the bookworms.
Of course, lying out on the lawn, all that I can think is "MORE SUNSHINE! MORE SUNSHINE!" -- it doesn't get deep enough, my skin can't seem to soak in enough of it to make up for the sunless winter. Get hotter, sun: burn closer to the ground! I know, this is a wish that one usually comes to regret. But I could eat sunshine right now -- and still not get quite enough.
The summer fever is hitting me hard, and I want to ride roller coasters, swing at the park, and dance at the pavilion at Merlefest. I also really want pretty high-waisted shorts and a fetching little boater hat, but these things are more difficult to find than one would initially suspect, alas.
Speaking of pretty things, yesterday's Envelope From Anna contained the splendidest blank card, which of course I have no desire to write on and send away to someone, and was simply going to mount on my wall or closet door with sticky tack as I've done with my vintage postcards and such, when I, hunting through the book closet for some forgotten thing, found the cover that had come off one of my favourite notebooks and realised it would make a splendid backing. Hurrah for recycling! And for sticky tack! (I have to admit, I am far too excited about the bits of sticky tack affixing some of Anna's little presents to their cards. I can never find any in the house.)
I have since glued down the fly-away bits on the ends as well. It's so cheerful and charming! And now I am rather pleased at my own craftiness (ohoho... you see what I did there, didn't you? *facepalm*).
And now to cower in fear somewhat: a bevy of Heidi's friends are arriving in several hours to celebrate Heidi's tenth birthday and there is no one to protect me! Not even cake can compensate me adequately (especially as I make cake all the time). I wouldn't mind so much, except... small girls terrify me, and it seems as though nobody teaches their children about privacy and giving people space anymore. They always want to talk to me and see my things and tell me stuff even though we have no established relationship and why would I want to hear what they dreamt last night or what some friend of theirs did at school, anyway? And I flinch every time one of them inevitably calls my mother casually by her first name. If I end up as a children's librarian -- though that isn't really my calling I'd enjoy it for a brief period -- I will have a sign on my desk proclaiming me Miss Robbins or perhaps Miss Jo and any little insubordinate will be flogged within an inch of their life if they speak to me with over-presumed intimacy. -- Well, maybe not flogged, but I'll feed them to the bookworms.