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It's cold! she announced. And that was the truth.
I may have to declare bankruptcy, seeing as the government has not given me my tax refund and that is all the money I have left in the world to count on; but in the meantime I indulged myself very, very badly and used the change from the money Daddy gave me to do the groceries to buy a stuffed sheep, which brings me up to around Far Too Many; but she was SO beautiful and her name is Nadya Yurisheva, and I couldn't help it. I'll try to pay him back when I get my refund, assuming I do get it. Sigh, it is tough to be an addict.
Natalie and Rebecca are coming for a visit on I believe Saturday, which is v. exciting. We are going to have duck--there is a little Amish farm around Weaver's that sells the ducks they raise for really a quite inexpensive price, so Mama bought a seven-pounder. Maria and Daddy are fighting (not badly) over how it should be cooked.
In the meantime, I have been doing rather well with productivity. I got all the groceries we needed, including the milk, which I ended up having to pay for myself with my last pathetic little five-dollar bill, and got the paper, and then managed to do most of the work I needed to do here so far. I got up this morning at nine, which is unfair (my insomnia is still in effect), but that's all right. Must do maths and Latin when I get home; Latin is Croesus. We even had time to take the dogs for a walk before Mama and Maria left for Selinsgrove, and Maggie tried to drown herself in the Mahantango. <3 We saw wild turkeys! and I saw a hawk when I was driving back from Newport.
Everything is so beautiful, you understand. It's cold, but the world is beautiful, and I'm happy most of the time. I feel like a bit of green bud on a dogwood. Also, there is nothing lovelier than the wind on the holly and spruce when the light is gilding them also; it's like gold on water, except the water is alive. It's even better when you can watch it without being out in it.
I may have to declare bankruptcy, seeing as the government has not given me my tax refund and that is all the money I have left in the world to count on; but in the meantime I indulged myself very, very badly and used the change from the money Daddy gave me to do the groceries to buy a stuffed sheep, which brings me up to around Far Too Many; but she was SO beautiful and her name is Nadya Yurisheva, and I couldn't help it. I'll try to pay him back when I get my refund, assuming I do get it. Sigh, it is tough to be an addict.
Natalie and Rebecca are coming for a visit on I believe Saturday, which is v. exciting. We are going to have duck--there is a little Amish farm around Weaver's that sells the ducks they raise for really a quite inexpensive price, so Mama bought a seven-pounder. Maria and Daddy are fighting (not badly) over how it should be cooked.
In the meantime, I have been doing rather well with productivity. I got all the groceries we needed, including the milk, which I ended up having to pay for myself with my last pathetic little five-dollar bill, and got the paper, and then managed to do most of the work I needed to do here so far. I got up this morning at nine, which is unfair (my insomnia is still in effect), but that's all right. Must do maths and Latin when I get home; Latin is Croesus. We even had time to take the dogs for a walk before Mama and Maria left for Selinsgrove, and Maggie tried to drown herself in the Mahantango. <3 We saw wild turkeys! and I saw a hawk when I was driving back from Newport.
Everything is so beautiful, you understand. It's cold, but the world is beautiful, and I'm happy most of the time. I feel like a bit of green bud on a dogwood. Also, there is nothing lovelier than the wind on the holly and spruce when the light is gilding them also; it's like gold on water, except the water is alive. It's even better when you can watch it without being out in it.
