hidden treasure

Background information: Last semester I took money out of the bank with which to buy second-hand textbooks. Didn't find any, but that's besides the point. Anyway, I placed it somewhere, couldn't find it a month later and assumed it had gotten thrown out with the trash.

Last night I removed the box of Puffs tissues from my dresser drawer. Lo and behold, The envelope of money was hidden beneath it. This cold has been a blessing in disguise.

That was yesterday. Today, I'd like to be back to my 'normal' self, minus the cold and shivers.

for brittany

I really dislike tissues. As in the Kleenex kind of tissue. Kleenex even has a website now. For little pieces of paper with which you blow your nose. Personally, I prefer Puffs. They're much softer and generally smell nicer. Especially the kind with Aloe in it. Those are my absolute favourite if I really and truly have to use a tissue. Handkerchiefs are infinitely worse, though. It's disgusting. Just think of all those germs that get put into your pocket, and then on to your hand, and then get spread around everywhere. At least with tissues they're disposable.

I also dislike having free time. There is much I could and should be doing, but nothing that is definitely for tomorrow. *Sigh.* It's worse when you have to wait around for something to happen. Par example, tomorrow, I am watching the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice, the good one with Colin Firth. Not that Firth makes the movie (don't debate this with my friend), it's just closer and more accurate to the book. I'm not expected there until five. Class ends at 1, leaving me with four hours with which to do nothing. I am open to reasonable, note: reasonable, suggestions. Dates are out of the question because I now have a reputation to maintain. It's quite a good one at that, if I do say so myself. Leaves me free to be unfettered.

It's fun to plan for the future. Right now, I'm working on organizing two weddings, should they ever come about. Yes, my own is one of them. Some of the essential details are missing, but attire and musician(s) are pretty much taken care of. What more does one need?

Until then, I shall dream of my little house perched atop a cliff, from which I can watch the waves crash against the rocks beneath me. With a big library. And money with which to travel to the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World and to go back-packing through Great Britain. I had better take some self-defence and kickboxing classes before I do that. Drat being frail and weak. Maybe I should allow my reputation precede me, as a force to be reckoned with. He he. One can always hope.

unless you become like children...

[Matthew 18:1-6]

Norah has a beautiful faith. Already at the age of five she shows love for the Almighty in all she does. After dinner, we sing Psalms and Hymns that the children have learned, usually a new one each week. With the exception of Dad, Norah drowns us all out. Why? "Because I just have to sing loud."

When her favourite bunny kicked the bucket, so to speak, she accepted it as part of God's doing.

My aunt who was visiting from B.C. left yesterday morning, leaving both Norah and Mom a little at a loss. Mom explained that she missed her sister, just like Norah (hopefully) misses me during the week. "Yes," Norah replied, "but aunties and sisters all were made by the same two hands" - so she was allowed to miss our aunt just as much.


I want to be more like my little sister.

susjes

we match :)

my favourite things

My new favourite flower: because blue and white go so well together. Like blue paint and white curtains, or jeans and a white sundress.

I also enjoy having an organized bedroom. Who knew so much could accumulate on a bookshelf over a couple of years? Strangely, it seems more full now than before.

love

I don't give out nearly enough hugs. I have so many people who are special, and yet I never take the time to give them a hug. So please don't mind if I give you a hug when I see you: sometimes it's easier to show in actions what you feel than to say it in words.

ambulation

If you Google the word 'walking' over 200,000,000 entries show up. How can so much be said about a simple action that we do every day?

Metaphors found in reading are there to make familiar things strange and alien things familiar [paying attention in class is paying off]. "The walking metaphor is so common that it is easy to stop noticing it, so pervasive that it is easy to forget that it is only a metaphor. At the same time, of course, walking is more than a metaphor. It is one of the most natural and useful things for a person to do. You can’t understand the human condition without understanding the experience of walking." http://www.rickaster.com/world/walking.html

I love walking - just putting that out there. So if you ever want to go for a walk, just let me know.

ladder pending

While I am posting pictures, here are a few others for fellow booklovers.

The fire place which I helped sand - very proud of myself. And of course my beloved piano.

Et la pièce de résistance:

It is much more inspiring in real life.

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So this is what happens when I'm away.