Yeah huh. Fair '04.
Ahh... Country Fair was amazing as usual. Elizabeth came along too, so it was me and Carolyn and the 'Lizabeth.
I guess the highlight this year was finally getting to dance at the Drum Tower. It's just a mass of tightly-packed hippies raising dust to I'd say thirty non-stop drums. The more you dance like nobodies watching, the better. I dance like a hippy :oP No surprise there.
Also, the community campfire at the campground was some good, good times. We didn't have any real drums so we found some empty water jugs, pots and pans, and used tinder as drumsticks. That didn't work so well either, so Carolyn played a blues line on the guitar and we all joined in to sing.
A woman named Oreol taught Elizabeth and Carolyn and I some rounds to sing, and we all sat around the campfire singing 'til one. A mildly drunk man named Larry thought it was just gorgeous singing, so we got him to dance for more.
At the fair the next day, us three girls sang our new rounds, sittin' on the banks of the Long Tom River. One woman called our singing "angelic", and another woman even joined in with one of the rounds because she recognized it.
And that night at the campfire, this time we were up 'til three singing. I actually sang a little tiny bit of Greensleeves because Oreol asked if any of us was familiar with the song. "Oh yes." I sang it for a competition once.
This was all particularily freeing and wonderful for me because I have so much self-doubt in my singing. I haven't sung with people in years.
Anyhow, I have a million stories, but that would mean I'd write a million pages.
Carolyn is moving out in exactly a week (the 22nd). She says her apartment has a rule against allowing people to stay more than ten nights in a row. She also says we'll break that rule.
I think I'll try to get my mom to adopt new dogs, to make me growing up and moving out in two years a little easier. Dad had decided four kids was enough, so Mom got dogs after me.
If Mom's first child, Tillman, had lived... I'd be non-existant. Weird, yeh? He'd be Nathan's age.
Hey, my birthday isn't far off, is it? The 24th. Matt keeps asking me if I'm excited and I'm "meh"ing it. Nine days 'til I'm four years younger than I am.
Kelli wants to take me to Comedy Sports in Portland, and Carolyn said something about dinner with a big group. Dad even said he wanted to plan something. What? I dunno you guys, just don't make me plan anything this year. I've given up on my friends.
Sweet Sixteen... I've been dreaming about it since I was eight. I was ten when Nina had her Sweet Sixteen, and I was so excited for my sixteenth so that I could have it be exactly like hers. But I don't think my friends are cool enough to come over and make out with each other on my couch.
...No, definitely not.
Besides, they're all creeped out by my couch 'cause Mom keeps telling them I was born on it. What they don't know is that Tyler was also born on that couch.
My birth certificate is a handmade watercolor painting of fairies, birds, and Raggedy Ann and Andy. I've never known my midwives, as they weren't present at my birth. Stuck in traffic or something.
My birth certificate says (in a midwife's calligraphy):
It's a Girl; 9 lbs, 5 oz. Born at Home; July 24th, 1988 4:21pm
In order for the baby and parents to get rested and get to know each other in a quiet, peaceful atmosphere, they and I request brief visits.
Before you leave, it would be helpful if you quietly wash dishes, take laundry home, water plants, sweep, check food supply or do any other nice thing you feel inclined to do.
Thank you for not smoking!
Your Local Midives
It's hanging on my wall. I don't know who it's addressed to...
Oh, I love that I was born to midwives. I identify with it so strongly. Henning was the only child born in a hospital ('sides Tillman)... but it was in Germany. His first word was "auto" and mine was only "cookie". Lucky bum.
*Democraticon coming up soon.* Republicon coming up later.
Life is humid.
I guess the highlight this year was finally getting to dance at the Drum Tower. It's just a mass of tightly-packed hippies raising dust to I'd say thirty non-stop drums. The more you dance like nobodies watching, the better. I dance like a hippy :oP No surprise there.
Also, the community campfire at the campground was some good, good times. We didn't have any real drums so we found some empty water jugs, pots and pans, and used tinder as drumsticks. That didn't work so well either, so Carolyn played a blues line on the guitar and we all joined in to sing.
A woman named Oreol taught Elizabeth and Carolyn and I some rounds to sing, and we all sat around the campfire singing 'til one. A mildly drunk man named Larry thought it was just gorgeous singing, so we got him to dance for more.
At the fair the next day, us three girls sang our new rounds, sittin' on the banks of the Long Tom River. One woman called our singing "angelic", and another woman even joined in with one of the rounds because she recognized it.
And that night at the campfire, this time we were up 'til three singing. I actually sang a little tiny bit of Greensleeves because Oreol asked if any of us was familiar with the song. "Oh yes." I sang it for a competition once.
This was all particularily freeing and wonderful for me because I have so much self-doubt in my singing. I haven't sung with people in years.
Anyhow, I have a million stories, but that would mean I'd write a million pages.
Carolyn is moving out in exactly a week (the 22nd). She says her apartment has a rule against allowing people to stay more than ten nights in a row. She also says we'll break that rule.
I think I'll try to get my mom to adopt new dogs, to make me growing up and moving out in two years a little easier. Dad had decided four kids was enough, so Mom got dogs after me.
If Mom's first child, Tillman, had lived... I'd be non-existant. Weird, yeh? He'd be Nathan's age.
Hey, my birthday isn't far off, is it? The 24th. Matt keeps asking me if I'm excited and I'm "meh"ing it. Nine days 'til I'm four years younger than I am.
Kelli wants to take me to Comedy Sports in Portland, and Carolyn said something about dinner with a big group. Dad even said he wanted to plan something. What? I dunno you guys, just don't make me plan anything this year. I've given up on my friends.
Sweet Sixteen... I've been dreaming about it since I was eight. I was ten when Nina had her Sweet Sixteen, and I was so excited for my sixteenth so that I could have it be exactly like hers. But I don't think my friends are cool enough to come over and make out with each other on my couch.
...No, definitely not.
Besides, they're all creeped out by my couch 'cause Mom keeps telling them I was born on it. What they don't know is that Tyler was also born on that couch.
My birth certificate is a handmade watercolor painting of fairies, birds, and Raggedy Ann and Andy. I've never known my midwives, as they weren't present at my birth. Stuck in traffic or something.
My birth certificate says (in a midwife's calligraphy):
It's a Girl; 9 lbs, 5 oz. Born at Home; July 24th, 1988 4:21pm
In order for the baby and parents to get rested and get to know each other in a quiet, peaceful atmosphere, they and I request brief visits.
Before you leave, it would be helpful if you quietly wash dishes, take laundry home, water plants, sweep, check food supply or do any other nice thing you feel inclined to do.
Thank you for not smoking!
Your Local Midives
It's hanging on my wall. I don't know who it's addressed to...
Oh, I love that I was born to midwives. I identify with it so strongly. Henning was the only child born in a hospital ('sides Tillman)... but it was in Germany. His first word was "auto" and mine was only "cookie". Lucky bum.
*Democraticon coming up soon.* Republicon coming up later.
Life is humid.