September 29, 2008

  • don’t worry, be happy

    i failed bitterly at hard boiling eggs. i had to do them twice. and open two halfway raw eggs. but my noodles/cheese/tomato/celantro/ginger stuff turned out very nice. Kathy makes things that smell very nice. i should hold out for her offers to dinner.

    This morning was the industrial revolution presentation for the school. the kids did great. Even if they did say TH-omas Edison. why is it pronounced like a “T” instead of a “Th?” that is stupid.

    this afternoon was free. ahh. breathe the air…

    i sat on my bed and read “Anne of the Island.” and ate random snacks. there is no better way to spend a sunny afternoon. all the philosophy was getting a little heavy. i needed to remember the stary-eyed prettyness of growing up. with a green Jolly Rancher to boot. and then went for a walk. while reading. considering i trip when i walk all the time…i am relatively good at walking and reading at the same time. my path took me past cows. i was determined to use the path, but the cow got up and walked right up to the path and stared me down. it pawed the ground. my mind’s eye saw smoke billowing from its nostrils. and i pretended to read my book and walk WAY AROUND the path. is it dogs that smell fear, or cows?

    here is two delightful passages for you…just because i can:

    “Do you suppose you’ll be able to keep it up?”
    “Making up my mind, you mean? i don’t know, but Jo has given me a splended rule. he says, when i’m perplexed, just to do what i would wish i had done when i shall be eighty.”
    *
    “She used to say her motto was ‘never write a line you would be ashamed to read at your own funeral.’ You’d better take that for yours, Anne, if you are going to embark in literature. Though, to be sure,” added Aunt Jamesina perplexedly, “Elizabeth always used to laugh when she said it. she always laughed so much that i don’t know how she ever came to decide on being a missionary. i’m thankful she did–i prayed that she might–but–i wish she hadn’t.”
    *

    don’t forget to be happy.
    it is rather important.

Comments (1)

  • haha I’m pretty sure it’s dogs that can smell fear–I think the cow just wanted to read your book. :-p And I too struggle with boiling eggs–it’s a wonder I haven’t starved to death yet! Hope all is well in Brazil

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