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.

today's local weather

It's raining today, in case you haven't noticed. I like rain. Our pants are now thoroughly drenched ... a rather uncomfortable feeling, but one that can be dealt with. Thankfully the bed-head look is in right now - the baseball cap didn't do too much.

the pros outweigh the cons

Baking leads to a large mess, especially when dealing with rotting carrots. (Don't worry, they were clean and mould-free before they went into the cake.) But the smell that wafts through the house, along with the licking of the bowls, spatula and beaters, makes it all worthwhile.

the truth in 'the wizard of oz'

Truly, there is no place like home. I love being here.

We decorated gingerbread men this morning, and made a snowman this afternoon. The snow, however, is not entirely condusive to making snowmen. A lot of packing was required.

The piano has been tuned, so playing again after almost a week and a half has been absolutely lovely.

And the bookshelves are up! Staining is scheduled for this week - putting all the books up is next week's job.

Did I mention that I love the holidays?

wonderin'

Why is it that the best conversations always come really late at night when you should be doing homework, studying, or sleeping? Best meaning the the more in-depth conversations or the ones that make you laugh the most.

the calm before the storm

So. After an extended period of time, it is finally here. My car. The freedom, the joy, and both my parents have driven it more than I have in the past couple of days. It's a good thing gas is cheap right now.

Yesterday it was my grandparents' 45th anniversary. Geertsema, that is. It's really incredible. Suddenly I feel young again. It was a year ago today that my oma came home from the hospital. God is great. Words fail me.


Norah and I were listening to celtic music on Saturday, which led to the You-Tube-ing of "River Dance". I love dancing. I wish I could take lessons again and do something fun with a partner, but guys are too chicken to do something like that. And I think I'm starting to lose the music in my feet.