The second day after Christmas, my true love gave to me...
I have been thinking a lot about harmony lately. For a very long time, I thought that it was about peace, I thought it was about non-violence. But silliness. It is about balance. It is about a balance that I have here like I have nowhere else.
It is about being awakened by threehundredninety pounds of sisters, screaming a battle cry and jumping on trying-to-sleep Layna and beating said Layna until she rolls out of bed. And then it is about planning a trip to Montreal, just the slightly-oppressive big sister/dictatoress Liz, and Layna. It is about insulting and teasing and giving and praising. It is about joy interspersed with pain and angst. It's about love/hate.
We're like baby lions, we are. Still. Rolling around, biting and scratching and playing. Because we need to face the real world someday, and we fight because otherwise we won't be able to handle the outsiders. We fight because we love. Because we want to make each other strong. We insult each other so we know just how to make ourselves better people. We need to learn how to handle the attacks from those we love, from those we can forgive, before we face these harshnesses from the mouths of those we despise.
We are little. We look innocent. So we must be prepared.
We went to Midnight Mass, which was beautiful because of the flowers and incense and singers, although I didn't care much for the sermon, which basically said that everything good we are is Christ's goodness and charity and peace. I don't know. I'd prefer to think that I am good and peaceful and giving FOR Christ, not AS him.
Christmas was marvelous. Ham and scads of butternut squash and mashed potatoes and four pies and two kinds of wine and rolls and cranberry sauce and peas with pearl onions. Mmmm. And a nap, during which both my mom and my Aunt Mary took pictures of me.
Lizzy gave me Hope For the Flowers!! I was so excited. My parents got Chris and I each a beautiful CD rack. John was given a mini-trampoline, which has caused great excitement. Even more excitement, however, was the DVD player Daddy got/made which is now residing in the living room. Man, so exciting. Mom got more presents than anyone. Jeannie made everyone aprons.
Must call Luke today.
I have had a lot of interesting dreams lately. Last night I had a long, complicated dream about Britta.
So I was living in an Albright-style room that contained all the stuff my room at home has, and was attached to my sister Christine's room, yet was in the Lamont building. But Christine wasn't living in her room, little Bryn was. I got very angry because she had taken over my sister's room, and eventually she decided she didn't like the room anyways and left. Britta came over to visit because she was lonely. I told her she could sleep over because I had an extra bed and no roommate. She was very tired, so she did that. I did some reading, and then I had to go out to meet my mother. It was noontime. It was raining. I had slept through my morning classes, and my mom wanted me to come grocery shopping with her. I said no, I can't, I have to go to my afternoon class. But mom said I had to come. So I did. I stopped at a little store on the way and bought a present for Britta. As I was walking out of the store, I saw a fortune-telling/piercing/tattoo place. I knew I wasn't supposed to go in. But I did anyway. I wanted to know what was going to happen to me. I wanted my fortune. Someone saw me so I ran out, through the rain, away from my mother, back to the dorm. The landlord (I don't know why we had a landlord, but we did), almost caught me but I ran back to the room. There were two more beds there. They were smaller than Britta's and mine. Mia had decided to move in. We all sat and talked about how unfair it was that the landlord wouldn't let us go to the fortune-teller, and how lonely we all were. Soon after, Christine came in and reclaimed her room. Then Becky-Britta's-Becky moved in because she missed Britta. We couldn't open the closets anymore. There was no room. But with all of us there, the rain stopped, and the sun began to shine.
It is about being awakened by threehundredninety pounds of sisters, screaming a battle cry and jumping on trying-to-sleep Layna and beating said Layna until she rolls out of bed. And then it is about planning a trip to Montreal, just the slightly-oppressive big sister/dictatoress Liz, and Layna. It is about insulting and teasing and giving and praising. It is about joy interspersed with pain and angst. It's about love/hate.
We're like baby lions, we are. Still. Rolling around, biting and scratching and playing. Because we need to face the real world someday, and we fight because otherwise we won't be able to handle the outsiders. We fight because we love. Because we want to make each other strong. We insult each other so we know just how to make ourselves better people. We need to learn how to handle the attacks from those we love, from those we can forgive, before we face these harshnesses from the mouths of those we despise.
We are little. We look innocent. So we must be prepared.
We went to Midnight Mass, which was beautiful because of the flowers and incense and singers, although I didn't care much for the sermon, which basically said that everything good we are is Christ's goodness and charity and peace. I don't know. I'd prefer to think that I am good and peaceful and giving FOR Christ, not AS him.
Christmas was marvelous. Ham and scads of butternut squash and mashed potatoes and four pies and two kinds of wine and rolls and cranberry sauce and peas with pearl onions. Mmmm. And a nap, during which both my mom and my Aunt Mary took pictures of me.
Lizzy gave me Hope For the Flowers!! I was so excited. My parents got Chris and I each a beautiful CD rack. John was given a mini-trampoline, which has caused great excitement. Even more excitement, however, was the DVD player Daddy got/made which is now residing in the living room. Man, so exciting. Mom got more presents than anyone. Jeannie made everyone aprons.
Must call Luke today.
I have had a lot of interesting dreams lately. Last night I had a long, complicated dream about Britta.
So I was living in an Albright-style room that contained all the stuff my room at home has, and was attached to my sister Christine's room, yet was in the Lamont building. But Christine wasn't living in her room, little Bryn was. I got very angry because she had taken over my sister's room, and eventually she decided she didn't like the room anyways and left. Britta came over to visit because she was lonely. I told her she could sleep over because I had an extra bed and no roommate. She was very tired, so she did that. I did some reading, and then I had to go out to meet my mother. It was noontime. It was raining. I had slept through my morning classes, and my mom wanted me to come grocery shopping with her. I said no, I can't, I have to go to my afternoon class. But mom said I had to come. So I did. I stopped at a little store on the way and bought a present for Britta. As I was walking out of the store, I saw a fortune-telling/piercing/tattoo place. I knew I wasn't supposed to go in. But I did anyway. I wanted to know what was going to happen to me. I wanted my fortune. Someone saw me so I ran out, through the rain, away from my mother, back to the dorm. The landlord (I don't know why we had a landlord, but we did), almost caught me but I ran back to the room. There were two more beds there. They were smaller than Britta's and mine. Mia had decided to move in. We all sat and talked about how unfair it was that the landlord wouldn't let us go to the fortune-teller, and how lonely we all were. Soon after, Christine came in and reclaimed her room. Then Becky-Britta's-Becky moved in because she missed Britta. We couldn't open the closets anymore. There was no room. But with all of us there, the rain stopped, and the sun began to shine.