"Willing to be Brave, Brave Enough for Love..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

AHAHAHA.

You know what the temperature in New York is, by Blue Mountain Lake? Seventy degrees. In Pennsylvania, by Soujin's Little House? Ninety-two. God demn it.

Dear people who receive notecards I wrote on Friday: Please to ignore. I was about mad by then, I think.

OMG. I have dislocated my arm! And whacked my neck out of joint! and have cuts all over my feet and my fingers, and yesterday had leeches all over my feet in a great furry patch! But the scars on my arms are gone, and I have new hairpins, Mum bought me new hairpins because they were on sale, so now I don't have to look like Zara after a week on horseback any longer.

I think the time has come to get Vitamin B poisoning again. I abhor my body.

My watch is still alive!

I climbed three mountains and one in spirit, except it was raining and I copped out. Well, Goodknow in September.

Paul, Paul, Paul.

Ohhhhhh! Oh, it's good not to be lonely any longer! Do you know, I was lonely, I was about mad? There's nobody to talk to but loons and birch trees, God help me.

My arm hurts, and I can't move my neck, and my fingers ache and my feet are sore, and my big toe was sacrificed to a waterfall full of leeches, but by Heaven the world is beautiful, isn't it?

I made my prayer, just exactly as I said! I wrapt it in brown paper and blue ribbon, and left it on the alter by the cross when we went to the little wooden church by the lake.

Miss Kylee, you're beautiful, you're wonderful, I can't help it, it spills over, love, it's hard to hold in a teacup.

Hullo, where have I been?

I have been dancing, but missed my--good heavens, I don't make sense.

I think I shall walk down to the post office and fetch the mail, and mail my last two postcards.

Do you know, leeches aren't as big as they always are in films? Mine looked like black inchworms, what it was was that there were so many.

The Albany paper isn't as good as ours.

Luther needs mailing envelopes so he can send his gifts. Silly boy.

My hairpins are so pretty! They look just like my old ones, very simple and easy to put in, but they've little clear stones on them that look so pretty. ^___________________^ Mum bought them because they were on sale, and I kept looking at them.

I shall go fetch the mail.

HOW I MISSED YOU!

Comments

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

*is limpet*

I'm a bit worried. Did you get the postcards from Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday morning (can't remember if I actually wrote that, so if I didn't never mind)? I wasn't sure they'd come in time. *frets a bit about it*

And agggh. The worst I've ever managed was a twisted ankle or the breath knocked out of me.

And your leeches wouldn't have been big, no. Wild ones normally aren't. If left on they swell up and get big. Tame leeches that chemists used to keep were often rather fat because they got fed so well.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Four postcards, and two letters, my love! *swings Nanni by her hands*

You're sensible.

I sent Harbert a postcard about it. I described it in mostly good detail. But that makes sense, that makes sense. They were a little disconcerting being small, I think, because they got between my toes. Big ones wouldn't have done that.

I love you, I love you! How are you?

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

Oh, good, good. That was how many I got sent.

I'm lucky. :) It's different.

Oooh, he'll like that. (He appears to be bad at replying to mail. *pokes him*) Eccch. Leeches between toes.

:D I'm brillant! It's my day off. I went clothes shopping. I have new basics now. And jeans that actually fit, huzzah!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Wonderful! I sent loads of things to you. Did Dil get her postcard? Hestia? You? ^_______^

Ah, well. It's just as good.

^___^ (*pets him*) It was rather displeasing.

Ooh, wonderful! Does that mean I shall see you to-night, shall? And squee. ^_________^

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

So far I've gotten two notecards for me and a postcard for Hestia and Dil. Those came today. Mom wasn't quite sure what to make of Hestia's...

*laughs* It results in about much the same sort of thing I suppose. :D

I can imagine! Blech! I've never had leeches, but they always sound terribly... ech. I've had ticks, but not leeches. Always in the wrong places in the water for leeches.

:D *nodnod*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Er. Rodya has some difficulty writing things. >_> He sent a similar postcard to Alice, but Patrice has noticed by now and forbids him to write a single thing more. Also, I'm sure I wrote more than that to you, for I wrote on Friday. So!

Perhaps. ^__^

Augh, but ticks. Ticks burrow in. At least you can scrape leeches off. *wibbles and clings*

*and clings and bursts into tears* I've missed you so much!

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Oh, she got over it. After I explained that he was the main character in Crime and Punishment. There was an "...ah." sort of moment, and that was that. (sensible of Patrice, though. Gah.) :D I'm sure you did, but the mail is slower than you are.

This they do. They're not so awful, though, aside from the usual fears about lyme.

*pets* I missed you too! Lots and lots, I really have. *flails!* (I did a meme while you were away that you might like to see.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh, good. Eheh. He just started going maaaaaaaad scraaaaaaawwwwwwwl, and rambling helplessly. But Hestia is so good. (er, yes. He thinks so for certain.) Yes, of course. ^_^

I don't fear lyme, though. I fear heads under my skin. >_<

*clings* I'm sorry! (Oh! *dashes off to see*)

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

*pets him* Poor dear. Hestia's wondering when she sent a child - she wouldn't normally have done that, and she's pretty sure she didn't, but he seems so convinced. (*pats Patrice*)

*laughs and snugs* I'm more afraid of lyme because woe! Invalid!

*snuggles* (:D)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Aww. He's just so-- 'There's Alice, and she likes me. Who would make things go right for me for once? Oh! The only person who's been nice to me! *scribbles off thank-you note*'. Except crazy. (Patrice has been very wicked this trip.)

*giggles and loves* Well, that's sensible, too.

*clings* (!!!)

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

*pets him* It does rather make sense. And Hestia does gaurd orphans (Dil loves her because Whee! Food!) so she's not always sure. :D (So I gathered. Driven Zara over the edge, has he?)

:D

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*nods!* But Rodya isn't an orphan, of course. He's just really terribly angry with his mother. (awww...) *loves her* (Very nearly. Besides which, she's lost--but I'm not allowed to say just yet. But she's lost something very important, and she's furious.)

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

*handwavy* Hestia tends to define things rather broadly. When she wants to. (oh dear. Poor Zara.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*beams* Of course. That's quite all right. Rodya needs somebody sane in his life at present, very, very badly. (>_< She missed Florian horribly all week, and is already snapping at him.)