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Momentary Thought
Someday I will comprise an entry of pictures that describe a day in the life. No words, just pictures. A shot of the unmade bed, a shot of the cup of coffee, a shot of Marie ahead of me, headed to the truck to go to school... my brain has been taking snapshots lately.
Also, thanks to everybody who sent me such nice feedback about my story. It's still a nervy thing for me to let other people read the stories I've written. And yet I'm narcissistic enough to keep an on-line journal. Go figure.
High/Low
High: The concrete pad for our spa will be completed today.
Low: Laundry. It does beckon, and I have to yield to its siren call...
Current Obsession
Developing some kind of DVD collection. Have you seen my Wish List lately??
Grin Source
Staying up until 2:30 in the morning, dancing around with Calvin, Marie, and Marie's friends.
Singing
Nothing at the moment - it's quiet.
A Year Ago
More or less
A letter I wrote to Calvin while he was away.
Storyteller
Bio
Dramatis Personnae
Who I Read
Recipes
I have updated my sampler after leaving it for several months. How bad of me. Same deal with the recipes page.
And I shall have to update my links page soon, because I have added to my "favorites" list. Elizabeth's Abeyance and Mopie's Anyone's Any. Yes, I know that everyone who is anyone in the world of OLJ-ing already reads them. What can I say. I'm slow. Not to mention the fact that I've been reading Spinny's Lemon Rind for ages and haven't added her to my links page. Same with Rob's Darn Tootin' and Robyn's Bitchypoo. More mandatory reads in the OLJ-ing world, which I've also been reading for months and just haven't linked to. Bad, bad Laura.
Yesterday I got an e-mail from a girl I went to high school with (hi, Sara!). She's the first person I know of who found my website through Classmates.com and wrote to tell me she reads. I'm glad she figured out the whole nom-de-net thing, instead of thinking I was weird for linking my posting on Classmates to some stranger's website.
I'm still undecided about the whole class reunion thing. My 10-year is this summer. Well, technically my 10-year reunion was *last* summer with the class of '91. I graduated a year early, but I asked the reunion committee to hook me up with notices for the class of '92 events. I didn't know hardly a soul in the class I actually graduated with - I'd rather go to the reunion with the folks I knew that I would have normally graduated with, had I not been so gung-ho to get out of high school and get married.
Funny thing is, almost all of the people I've re-contacted through Classmates.com have pretty much the same story to tell. They all graduated with the goal firmly in mind to get the hell out of Maine. Some never got out, and so stayed and started families or ended up working jobs that I wouldn't have figured them for in a million years. Others did get out for a while, only to move back to Maine again after a short period of time. I would have been one of the latter group, had it not been for Calvin. He's really the only reason I stayed in Arizona. Who knows - we may end up back in Maine yet.
It's really not a horrid place at all. I'm homesick for it on a daily basis. But for some reason its adolescent inhabitants graduate with the feeling that there's a Big Wide Fancy World out there they just Have To See. Granted, Maine is somewhat backward in the way of opportunities, cutting edge trends, technology, and all the other glowy attractions Big City Life has to offer. (Heh. And by "somewhat" I mean "completely".) But if you're a fan of small town, where everybody knows everybody else and its possible to go completely jobless for years at a time because you know everybody and therefore can mooch off of everybody, it's The Place to be. The Barter System is alive and thriving. Can't pay for your roof repairs? Well, the roofer needs some hauling done, if you've got a truck. Need work done on your car? Well, come over to the mechanic's house this weekend with a six pack (or, you know, a case), and help him put siding on his house.
Maine is also a very good place to raise children, if you want to be able to turn them loose outside to play and not have to worry much if they're going to come back. Of course, the Gray-New Gloucester school district does not come highly recommended (speaking from experience here, unless they've made drastic changes over the 11 years I've been gone). There are a high number of private schools that have gotten glowing reviews, though. If you can afford to pay for 'em. And of course, you can't beat Back East for architecture. My ultimate goal in life is to own a home on Cape Elizabeth or in Falmouth Foreside. Maine natives will know that which I speak of.
The cement and electrical guys have been very industrious in our back yard since about 7:00 this morning. We didn't put much forethought into getting woken up early when we went to bed at 2:30 last night (this morning). But it's All In The Name Of Spa, so I can suffer in relative silence. As a matter of fact, it's nearly 11:00 and Calvin has been able to sleep by virtue of stuffing his pillow over his head. Gotta admire his determination. Especially in light of Gadget's stupidity.
I'd gotten up just before 7:00 to pen the dogs up in their run so the men could work in peace. And by "peace" I mean complete lack thereof. Gadget barked when they first entered the yard and while they were setting up ("Hey! Who the hell are you?"). Stopped barking when they left for the first wheelbarrow-load of cement. Barked when they came back into the yard ("Hey! Who the hell are you?"). Stopped barking when they trundled back out again. Barked again when they came back with another load ("Hey! Who the hell are you?")...
You see the trend. There was no peace in the neighborhood this morning. Stupid damn dog.
Marie got all A's and B's on her report card, except for one C in Math (it was a tough semester). She's already brought that C back up to a B, one week after report cards came out. Kickin' some booty, she is.
Aren't meta entries the greatest? Now you'll be thrilled to know that I'm off to shower and do some laundry. And wake Calvin up - he shouldn't be allowed to sleep so much longer than I did. It just isn't right.
Ooh! But you know what the best thing in life is?? Saturday afternoon naps. Hot damn. I'm gonna have one.