"Got Some Things to Talk About..."
Nov. 17th, 2005 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psalm_onethirtyoneParenthetically, everything gets worse before it gets better, yes? To-morrow will be beautiful, so to-day can be lessthanthat. Only I wish I had a flower for my hair; I miss that about spring and summer. Last spring or perhaps the spring before, I put forsythia in my hair, and weeping cherry, and sometimes zinnias, and I even pretended I was pretty. I remember sitting in the Big Pasture on my towel and reading (I remember when there were strawberries and raspberries to pick, but I missed blackberry season this year, and I don't remember why). Parenthetically, I remember when I used to have lots of time to read; but I will spend to-morrow sitting very primly in a train in a little girl's dress, with my basket and my suitcase and my bag of books, and I shall read a little then, if ever. So there is time, and poetry, and perhaps timely poetry, and presumably poetic time (o tempora!).
To-day I bought a calling card, and Daddy got my passport out. My hair is definitely blue in the photograph. One has to tilt it a good deal to see, but it certainly is. That was before I started work, of course. It's policy that we can't dye our hair colours there.
Mum keeps having patients who have gone home from my work. It's interesting.
The baking went beautifully, except that I burnt my hand on the butter; but now I can scald milk, clarify butter, and bake and knead a yeast bread. Therefore I shall have my basket to-morrow.
(Zara! Mum has an old winter coat, and she said if you would like it, seeing as you have not got one, she would have me bring it along to-morrow and therefore you should not have to be quite so cold.)
Mum has also threatened me if I dare leave home without a variety of things which I shall probably forget. ^__^ Owing as I am that sort of person, and so on. I have not managed to finish my schoolwork, but I shall have to do my best with that. I can perhaps do it on Sunday evening after I've gotten home. Alas, maths and geography lessons!
Mum: *reading aloud* ...and they discoursed most eloquent music--
Soujin: Hamlet.
Waen: What?
Mum: Oh, come on.
Soujin: It's from Hamlet.
Waen: Oh, God. Just keep reading.
:D
You know, I am really very foolish. I wish I had better things to say...! I wish I could show people--and I feel that I don't do enough--and I wish, and I wish, but it's not enough to wish-- I wish that Helgafell wishes and prayers in faerie circles came true.
At Scum Club to-day, when Isaak came in (he played Zeus in the threate production that inspired![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
afterthinking), I saw him across the room, started bouncing up and down, and shouting, "It's my NEPHEW! I'm his UNCLE!!!!!!!! ^___________^" He laughed. Everyone else stared. Epimetheus glee'd. A lot.
No, I really haven't the faintest idea of anything I'm doing--
Thank goodness for to-morrow. I don't need anything in the world else. I don't know when I'll pack. I don't know what I'm doing. But to-morrow I am getting on a train and going to meet the most wonderful girl in the whole world, and I shall spend the next forty-one hours and twenty minutes with her, and I cannot think why anything in the world should--
Well. I cannot think how anything should be better.
To-day I bought a calling card, and Daddy got my passport out. My hair is definitely blue in the photograph. One has to tilt it a good deal to see, but it certainly is. That was before I started work, of course. It's policy that we can't dye our hair colours there.
Mum keeps having patients who have gone home from my work. It's interesting.
The baking went beautifully, except that I burnt my hand on the butter; but now I can scald milk, clarify butter, and bake and knead a yeast bread. Therefore I shall have my basket to-morrow.
(Zara! Mum has an old winter coat, and she said if you would like it, seeing as you have not got one, she would have me bring it along to-morrow and therefore you should not have to be quite so cold.)
Mum has also threatened me if I dare leave home without a variety of things which I shall probably forget. ^__^ Owing as I am that sort of person, and so on. I have not managed to finish my schoolwork, but I shall have to do my best with that. I can perhaps do it on Sunday evening after I've gotten home. Alas, maths and geography lessons!
Mum: *reading aloud* ...and they discoursed most eloquent music--
Soujin: Hamlet.
Waen: What?
Mum: Oh, come on.
Soujin: It's from Hamlet.
Waen: Oh, God. Just keep reading.
:D
You know, I am really very foolish. I wish I had better things to say...! I wish I could show people--and I feel that I don't do enough--and I wish, and I wish, but it's not enough to wish-- I wish that Helgafell wishes and prayers in faerie circles came true.
At Scum Club to-day, when Isaak came in (he played Zeus in the threate production that inspired
afterthinking), I saw him across the room, started bouncing up and down, and shouting, "It's my NEPHEW! I'm his UNCLE!!!!!!!! ^___________^" He laughed. Everyone else stared. Epimetheus glee'd. A lot.No, I really haven't the faintest idea of anything I'm doing--
Thank goodness for to-morrow. I don't need anything in the world else. I don't know when I'll pack. I don't know what I'm doing. But to-morrow I am getting on a train and going to meet the most wonderful girl in the whole world, and I shall spend the next forty-one hours and twenty minutes with her, and I cannot think why anything in the world should--
Well. I cannot think how anything should be better.
