"Every Silver Lining Has a Touch of Grey..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Well, I was sick last night and ended up sleeping until three to-day, which I suppose explains a lot of my recent behaviour. I apologise to everybody affected before. I think I'll be a little better now that it's broken.

Since I got up I have been doing a little bit. I got funny neat paints the grocery yesterday and I have painted a few very silly, pointless paintings that are mostly just me enjoying the way a brush makes shapes (I do enjoy that so much) and strokes and colours. Also I finished one of the library books I had out, and it was actually incredibly good, which I didn't expect. I do love this project (my Find Good Children's Books project). I helped Mum peel peaches, and by help I mean leaned over her shoulder and ate pieces out of her bowl. I finished the last two of my Five Things pieces (can still request more, if you'd like!), and I'm working on my TM piece for this week to get it out of the way.

I got my letters written, and the thank-you letters for Manon and her family. I sort of cleaned my room.

To-morrow I go back to work, and it will be good to see my people again. I hope everyone's okay; Gayle was in the hospital when I left. She goes in and out a lot now, though. I miss them. I'll be glad to see them, no matter how much I complain about everything before I go. It's always the anticipation I hate most. I'm happy once I'm there. And then after that I'll drive out to the Sheetz and see if they're still hiring. They pay really well. Mum says I have a good chance because I have a good skills resume, since I've been working the other two jobs I have for three and seven years respectively, and I know how to use a cash register and I like people a lot. I'm hoping this proves true.

Everything is still dying, so we're doing a lot of rain prayers. The potato harvest failed spectacularly, and the watermelons looks extremely sad. I think that's the worst part of drought: you see all the things you started with so much hope dying instead of growing, and you know they should be growing, but somehow they just don't have the strength, and all the water you pour on them can't change that. On the other hand, the tomatoes are enjoying it more than they have any right. Wretched tomatoes. I don't even like them.

I'm really excited about going to the Adirondacks. It's a Safe Place (I keep using this term; I guess I should explain it. Safe places are the few places in the world where I'm always comfortable and happy, and don't worry so much and sometimes even relax. They're places that I'm never sorry I've gone, and always feel like I fit in good and belong. So far I have three--they're the library, the Adirondacks, and Manon's house). Also it's cooler! It's about twenty degrees cooler. And even if it weren't, there are five kajillion lakes to swim in, and there are cool tree trails and ducks and sand and rocks that glitter all sorts of colours, and islands to explore and a big library with a piano where Waen loves to play, and the house is just the right size. I love it there. It makes me very, very happy. Only a week! This is a good thought.

I need to upload Touch of Grey. Remind me to do that to-night. It's a really good song.

Comments

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I think so! It gives outlet, and it's usually a safe bet that's a good thing.

We had a little rain last night; that was nice.

*love*