It's the weekend!
I have had a relatively busy week for once, and writing something down every day seems to intensify the feeling of being busy. It's interesting in a way, and I have noticed it before, when I kept a diary, or wrote letters with some regularity, or when I had that other blog. Even though nobody seems to have visited here yet, I feel like I have readers. I've mostly been thinking aloud with these entries, but merely writing down my thoughts feels like making them heard. So to all of my future readers (I'm going to advertise my blog here on livejournal and to my friends) I say: thank you for listening so patiently, and please join in, even if you just want to say hello.
Guess what I'm doing while I write? I'm destroying and eating a gingerbread house. I got it for Christmas from a friend (the one who came for the sleepover last weekend). I think it's my first very own gingerbread house. We made one for Christmas with my mom, too, but it didn't turn out as pretty as this one, although we hade ready-cut pieces that we put together. We might have to make another one next year, because it was actually fun. I love doing all sorts of things with my hands, like baking, knitting, playing the piano, writing, picking berries and so on. I used to write letters by hand, and I think it improved my handwriting a little. Now it's got a lot worse, since I only write notes for myself, and the handwriting doesn't have to be legible. Isn't 'legible' a nice word? It's so soft and musical in a jazzy sort of way, and it means something real, instead of being just nonsense.
Getting back to the gingerbread house
(I always fly off on a tangent, sorry!), do you remember the Grimm brothers' story Hansel and Gretel? It's the one, where the two children are abandoned by their parents in the woods, and they find a gingerbread house, and a witch lives there. She tries to fatten Hansel up to eat him, but Gretel pushes her into the oven and the children escape. I remember having that storybook when I was a kid, and it was really exciting. But then, much later, I started thinking about the moral of the story, since most childrens' stories seem to have them. And I can't think of the moral in this story. Is it "Never talk to strangers" or "Don't destroy other peoples' stuff" or "Don't take candy from witches, because they are just trying to fatten you up to be a meal"? The first two ones are good things to learn, and the last one is just silly, but it still doesn't really add up. If anyone has any ideas about the moral, I'd be happy to hear them.
I'm going to the after-Christmas sales with mom tomorrow. I'm not optimistic about finding anything, since we don't have a lot of time, but she really wants to go with me, and we don't spend a lot of time together, so I might as well go. Then it's dinner at mom and dad's, and then home. I think I will buy some yarn, if nothing else, and start knitting a new sweater for myself. I'm also going to have to start a baby blanket for my cousin's baby, who is expected in March, and then I'm going to knit a shawl for the friend I spent New Year's Eve with. After that I don't have any projects planned, but something will turn up. It always does.
I had a bizarre dream last night. It was like the ending of And then there were none, but like the audio-play, not like the book. In the book, the culprit doesn't confront the victims, but in the audioplay there is a confrontation. It's done very well and makes the murderer almost sympathetic in an eerie way ('eerie' is another great word, very descriptive). Very few of my dreams are interesting in retrospect, and they almost always vanish the moment I wake up, but this one didn't. I can't really explain how it made me feel, but there was a sense of inevitability and sadness about it, that's definitely not how I remember the book. Anyway, I recommend the book and especially the BBC audioplay. And speaking of audioplays and other stuff to listen to, Stephen Fry reading the Harry Potter novels is pure pleasure. Get them from the library or buy them! It's the perfect background music to knitting:).
Guess what I'm doing while I write? I'm destroying and eating a gingerbread house. I got it for Christmas from a friend (the one who came for the sleepover last weekend). I think it's my first very own gingerbread house. We made one for Christmas with my mom, too, but it didn't turn out as pretty as this one, although we hade ready-cut pieces that we put together. We might have to make another one next year, because it was actually fun. I love doing all sorts of things with my hands, like baking, knitting, playing the piano, writing, picking berries and so on. I used to write letters by hand, and I think it improved my handwriting a little. Now it's got a lot worse, since I only write notes for myself, and the handwriting doesn't have to be legible. Isn't 'legible' a nice word? It's so soft and musical in a jazzy sort of way, and it means something real, instead of being just nonsense.
Getting back to the gingerbread house
(I always fly off on a tangent, sorry!), do you remember the Grimm brothers' story Hansel and Gretel? It's the one, where the two children are abandoned by their parents in the woods, and they find a gingerbread house, and a witch lives there. She tries to fatten Hansel up to eat him, but Gretel pushes her into the oven and the children escape. I remember having that storybook when I was a kid, and it was really exciting. But then, much later, I started thinking about the moral of the story, since most childrens' stories seem to have them. And I can't think of the moral in this story. Is it "Never talk to strangers" or "Don't destroy other peoples' stuff" or "Don't take candy from witches, because they are just trying to fatten you up to be a meal"? The first two ones are good things to learn, and the last one is just silly, but it still doesn't really add up. If anyone has any ideas about the moral, I'd be happy to hear them.
I'm going to the after-Christmas sales with mom tomorrow. I'm not optimistic about finding anything, since we don't have a lot of time, but she really wants to go with me, and we don't spend a lot of time together, so I might as well go. Then it's dinner at mom and dad's, and then home. I think I will buy some yarn, if nothing else, and start knitting a new sweater for myself. I'm also going to have to start a baby blanket for my cousin's baby, who is expected in March, and then I'm going to knit a shawl for the friend I spent New Year's Eve with. After that I don't have any projects planned, but something will turn up. It always does.
I had a bizarre dream last night. It was like the ending of And then there were none, but like the audio-play, not like the book. In the book, the culprit doesn't confront the victims, but in the audioplay there is a confrontation. It's done very well and makes the murderer almost sympathetic in an eerie way ('eerie' is another great word, very descriptive). Very few of my dreams are interesting in retrospect, and they almost always vanish the moment I wake up, but this one didn't. I can't really explain how it made me feel, but there was a sense of inevitability and sadness about it, that's definitely not how I remember the book. Anyway, I recommend the book and especially the BBC audioplay. And speaking of audioplays and other stuff to listen to, Stephen Fry reading the Harry Potter novels is pure pleasure. Get them from the library or buy them! It's the perfect background music to knitting:).