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more new-to-me people to say hi to:) welcome aki, iamindigosarah, leearcuri, and sisuphos. nice to see you.
right then. my patron in the arts gave me another book today:) the patron i'm referring to is my aunt, who's really more like a grandmother to me (a grandmother who never had kids... hmmm). anyways, she's 71 or 72 now i guess and has realized that something needs to be done with her house full of books. i think her plan for now is just maintaining though, so she gives me a lot of the books she buys after she finishes them. if i don't get married, she's who i imagine becoming, minus the cat. i would rather be obsessive about a dog than a cat.
anywho, i've never heard of this book or the author. it's two novels in one, actually--the pursuit of love and love in a cold climate, both by nancy mitford. there's even a masterpiece theatre sticker on the front, so don't i feel the fool for not knowing about this already:) have any of you heard of this?
part of me wishes i still watched tv. not a big part, just a little part that's whispering to me right now, "see what you did helen? you missed the academy's tribute to the people in the industry who died this year. you KNOW you love watching that." blast. i do. even though it does feel a little wrong that some people get more applause than others, so that it's a popularity contest even in death, but that's only the way it is if you choose to view it like that. i wonder if they showed mr. rogers and captain kangaroo, even though they weren't so much in movies...
now that i've posted those pictures from england, they're acting like the black hole they are for me. my computer's screensaver is a slideshow of all my england, camp, and school pictures i have scanned, and i've been caught like a deer in headlights staring at them before until the computer eventually dropped off to sleep. i don't know why i always get caught up in the past, romanticizing. this is another reason i journal--so i can look back and say, "see! it wasn't all a walk in the park." katie, a friend from elementary/high school, recently reminded me that i've been anxiously awaiting our five year class reunion since at least fourth grade:) i was such a weird kid. caleb once told me he wishes he could have met me as a kid, cause i must have been so kooky. i smiled, humoring him, then said, "you probably wouldn't have thought so at the time. you'd only think so if you already knew me now." does that make sense? well, it makes sense in my own head. i've had campers who reminded me a lot of the way i remember being, and they're some of the kids i've found most difficult to be around:)
geez. i feel like i'm free associating or something tonight. i start off talking about a, then suddenly i'm trying to explain x as best i can.
i just ran out and started my car to warm it up, even though it must be 40 out tonight. right. that was probably unnecessary. but it was nice to be out in the night for a minute like that. there's a hazy half-moon just about the roof of the house across an empty lot by my house. the stars are soft blurs too, instead of hard defined points of light. the street and driveway are wet, like it's been raining. this is going to be a long, claustrophobic-feeling spring for me, i can tell already.
right then. my patron in the arts gave me another book today:) the patron i'm referring to is my aunt, who's really more like a grandmother to me (a grandmother who never had kids... hmmm). anyways, she's 71 or 72 now i guess and has realized that something needs to be done with her house full of books. i think her plan for now is just maintaining though, so she gives me a lot of the books she buys after she finishes them. if i don't get married, she's who i imagine becoming, minus the cat. i would rather be obsessive about a dog than a cat.
anywho, i've never heard of this book or the author. it's two novels in one, actually--the pursuit of love and love in a cold climate, both by nancy mitford. there's even a masterpiece theatre sticker on the front, so don't i feel the fool for not knowing about this already:) have any of you heard of this?
part of me wishes i still watched tv. not a big part, just a little part that's whispering to me right now, "see what you did helen? you missed the academy's tribute to the people in the industry who died this year. you KNOW you love watching that." blast. i do. even though it does feel a little wrong that some people get more applause than others, so that it's a popularity contest even in death, but that's only the way it is if you choose to view it like that. i wonder if they showed mr. rogers and captain kangaroo, even though they weren't so much in movies...
now that i've posted those pictures from england, they're acting like the black hole they are for me. my computer's screensaver is a slideshow of all my england, camp, and school pictures i have scanned, and i've been caught like a deer in headlights staring at them before until the computer eventually dropped off to sleep. i don't know why i always get caught up in the past, romanticizing. this is another reason i journal--so i can look back and say, "see! it wasn't all a walk in the park." katie, a friend from elementary/high school, recently reminded me that i've been anxiously awaiting our five year class reunion since at least fourth grade:) i was such a weird kid. caleb once told me he wishes he could have met me as a kid, cause i must have been so kooky. i smiled, humoring him, then said, "you probably wouldn't have thought so at the time. you'd only think so if you already knew me now." does that make sense? well, it makes sense in my own head. i've had campers who reminded me a lot of the way i remember being, and they're some of the kids i've found most difficult to be around:)
geez. i feel like i'm free associating or something tonight. i start off talking about a, then suddenly i'm trying to explain x as best i can.
i just ran out and started my car to warm it up, even though it must be 40 out tonight. right. that was probably unnecessary. but it was nice to be out in the night for a minute like that. there's a hazy half-moon just about the roof of the house across an empty lot by my house. the stars are soft blurs too, instead of hard defined points of light. the street and driveway are wet, like it's been raining. this is going to be a long, claustrophobic-feeling spring for me, i can tell already.