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I'm sitting in Village Variety right now in their breakroom drinking their coffee and using their wi-fi. I wasn't sure we would find any place that had wi-fi in town but lo and behold the town catch all store indeed has some. I'm also purchasing some yarn and hair bands and am thinking about a car air freshener-something in the shape of a tree or knowing Nebraska, in the shape of some deer antlers or a Huskers Football helmet (yes I did just capitalize the words "Husker Football").
It was one week ago that I left Seattle. We've been at my Aunt's house since Wednesday. We were greeted with the kind of hugs that squeeze you, pull back look into your face, and squeeze you again. Amanda explained it as "It was a little awkward at first, but when the hug was over, i thought, 'man! that was a good hug.'" It's been fun to see how the family responds to Amanda. They laugh at her jokes and sometimes smile perplexed at something she's excited about (like frogs and deer). Everyone calls her "Manda" Grandpa refers to her as "how's your little friend doin? What she think of this country?"
Mostly I've been wanting a little more twiddling my thumbs time, but I can hardly say I've wanted it more than I've wanted to sit and visit with Ranessa or Coke and Fred or even play 6 games of pingpong with Matt (We both won about 3 I think. I was kind of kicking his ass for while). There are times though, where my mind feels empty of what else to chat about. Being in school is sort of a lonely existence for me. Class/studying/commuting are all solitary events for me and there were plenty of days were night would fall and i would realized I hadn't actually shot the shit with anyone. Or I would start talking to Rachael or Shaughn and would find it hard to stop talking and I'd think back to when it was that I last talked to someone just for fun and it would have been awhile. So I've looked forward to visiting with people...but I'm a shade out of practice at times. There's a pause in the conversation and I hope that they'll fill it, because I can't think of anything to say.
Aunt Coke has given Amanda and I the royal treatment of lots of food, snacks, the comfy-est bed ever, a trip to Sioux Falls-lunch and dinner there-and taking us fishing last night with Uncle Fred and Ranessa and Matt. We didn't catch anything but we roasted hotdogs on a fire and drank Mountain Dew.
I'm not quite in the blogging mode so my ideas are all over the place. I just bought some more yarn and to be honest, all i really want to do is rush home so I can finish the scarf i'm working on and make another for amanda. And I bought some really cool yarn for a hat. Oh man, the possibilities. I'm hoping to hone my skills so my friend Emily and I can go commercial. What's the point of a hobby if you can't capitalize on it? ("Christmas is run by a big eastern syndicate" after all--name that movie and you'll win a postcard).
It was one week ago that I left Seattle. We've been at my Aunt's house since Wednesday. We were greeted with the kind of hugs that squeeze you, pull back look into your face, and squeeze you again. Amanda explained it as "It was a little awkward at first, but when the hug was over, i thought, 'man! that was a good hug.'" It's been fun to see how the family responds to Amanda. They laugh at her jokes and sometimes smile perplexed at something she's excited about (like frogs and deer). Everyone calls her "Manda" Grandpa refers to her as "how's your little friend doin? What she think of this country?"
Mostly I've been wanting a little more twiddling my thumbs time, but I can hardly say I've wanted it more than I've wanted to sit and visit with Ranessa or Coke and Fred or even play 6 games of pingpong with Matt (We both won about 3 I think. I was kind of kicking his ass for while). There are times though, where my mind feels empty of what else to chat about. Being in school is sort of a lonely existence for me. Class/studying/commuting are all solitary events for me and there were plenty of days were night would fall and i would realized I hadn't actually shot the shit with anyone. Or I would start talking to Rachael or Shaughn and would find it hard to stop talking and I'd think back to when it was that I last talked to someone just for fun and it would have been awhile. So I've looked forward to visiting with people...but I'm a shade out of practice at times. There's a pause in the conversation and I hope that they'll fill it, because I can't think of anything to say.
Aunt Coke has given Amanda and I the royal treatment of lots of food, snacks, the comfy-est bed ever, a trip to Sioux Falls-lunch and dinner there-and taking us fishing last night with Uncle Fred and Ranessa and Matt. We didn't catch anything but we roasted hotdogs on a fire and drank Mountain Dew.
I'm not quite in the blogging mode so my ideas are all over the place. I just bought some more yarn and to be honest, all i really want to do is rush home so I can finish the scarf i'm working on and make another for amanda. And I bought some really cool yarn for a hat. Oh man, the possibilities. I'm hoping to hone my skills so my friend Emily and I can go commercial. What's the point of a hobby if you can't capitalize on it? ("Christmas is run by a big eastern syndicate" after all--name that movie and you'll win a postcard).