the proof is in the picture

See ... girls can operate machinery. And yes, I did drive it around the parking lot and not just sit there for a photo.

itching to run

Although the majority of my day is spent outside (especially during the time where it is best not to be in the sun), I want to see more. To see trees without tree-wells, wildflowers instead of those deliberately planted, tall grass blowing in the breeze, rutted roads with quaint shops where cars are a scarcity and the view of the sky is only obstructed by trees and the occasional farmhouse...

... to have a good conversation about the things that matter in life, to enjoy the warmth without worrying about overheating, to fly a kite, to kick back and watch the clouds drift past, to dream, to breathe deeply, and listen to the music of the spheres.

introductions and salutations

Mom is braving the world of technology and has joined Blogger here. The site is in progress, but she will have some incredible pictures and food for thought (just to set the standards high).

And I am not biased.

the simple things

Closing a window is easy. What I don't understand is how my finger got caught. ["It got caught ... in Frederick's teeth."]

It hinders the work, the guitar, and the piano. It's a tough life, I tell you. Tough and rough.


Rant for Brittany: guys are stupid. That has been the catch-phrase for the past week, and looks as though it will be for this one too. Don't get me started on the hows and whys. I don't think it would be appreciated if this were to be a daily occurrence, so I'll keep it to this.

[Note: new sneakers, my beautiful edition of Treasure Island, and the battered copy of Jane Eyre]

lightening the load

There are reasons why I should not go the Chapters/Indigo on a regular basis.

• their books are cheaper online
• buying online is not possible because I don't have a Visa card
• there are way too many nice books that I would love to have on my shelf
• my shelf is not large enough for all the books that I would like to place on it
• I can't afford all the books I'd like to place on my shelf
• going in store leads to the inevitable buying of at least one book. How can I resist when it even smells good?
• much time is consumed browsing and debating and deliberating and sighing and longing

Blasted Chapters.

the benefits of old age

I really shouldn't have given up on exercising for the past month.

At least I haven't started talking to myself ... yet.

our Father

our
Possessive pronoun
Origin: bef. 900; ME oure, OE ūre, suppletive gen. pl. of wē we from same base as ūs us
Of or relating to us or ourselves or ourself especially as possessors or possessor, agents or agent, or objects or object of an action

father
Noun
Origin: bef. 900; ME fader, OE fæder; c. G Vater, L pater, Gk patr, Skt pitar, OIr athir, Armenian hayr
A man who exercises paternal care over other persons; paternal protector or provider