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Narnianology and all things meFor Narnia and the North!!! November 15 Sleepless hours of the night and Thursday afternoon walks.It is presently 1:51 AM and I am awake. It’s really rather exciting though probably not the healthiest thing. I went to bed or went to the couch rather about 11 pm. A disabled girl who spends the weekend with us every now and then is occupying my bed. Anyway I was having trouble getting to sleep. My body was a little tired but my mind was quite awake. I thought about things. Lot’s of things. But just like Lucy in Prince Caspian I just got more and more alert. Somehow the idea occurred to me to get up an do something. I didn’t even know what. All at once I decided to get up and read for a little telling myself that It would make me sleepy. I read a few chapters of my book. It was very good. Then I was still so awake that I decided to study and do my physics test that I was going to tomorrow… or later today rather. It was the one reason that I thought I should rest for the next day. I gather the text book, test book and a pencil to the blue arm chair and comforting glow of the lamp. And so I studied the two chapters that the test was on and found it easier to stay focussed than usual. Then I did the test except the problems at the end. And I’m still not sleepy and now it’s 2:00 AM…. Make that 2:01. Something I’ve been thinking about writing about in my blog for sometime is walking on Thursday afternoons. Mostly because the activity itself lends itself to thinking and thinking about writing blogs. Every Thursday with a few exceptions I go to my guitar lesson at 1:30 in the afternoon in the village near where I live. When it is finished I walk to the library. I enjoy the walk, whatever the weather. It makes me feel adventuresome particularly if it is windy but then it also makes me cold. I didn’t used to like walks so very much. But C.S.Lewis loved walking so why shouldn’t I? First there are a few houses one with a queer mail box then there is a stretch of the road that is uninhabited with marsh on one side and woods on the other. Sometimes I would greet a passer-by with “Nice day for a walk eh?” or just a smile and nod. Then along the road I come to the graveyard and closed gas station. Beyond the graveyard I can just see a bit of the public school. After the graveyard which is on my left ( I start out on the right side of the road but have usually crossed over by this point) I come to the united church. Last Thursday there was a lady there putting fake flowers into a box. I told her they were pretty. Right after the church I turn with the sidewalk to the street with the bowling alley. By this point I’m usually fumbling with my change to see if I have enough for a treat then it’s up the wooden steps and through the swinging door. I chat with the lady there and usually get a drink, Icecream, slushie or small bag of chips. Then it’s back on the road again and I start on my snack along the last leg of my journey. The fallen leaves make a pretty collage of colour on the road and sidewalk. I usually whistle. Then it’s into the library. I talk with the librarian for a bit then either go on the computer or settle down with a book. And that is my Thursday afternoon routine. Not sure if anyone cares to know any of it but I enjoyed writing it.
Oh and now it's 2:23 AM :) September 02 A different sort of first day at schoolI still hope to write about my trip to Florida but have decided to chronicle this day first. It was exceedingly different from the first days of school I have experienced every year since kindergarten. Those days were full of sharpened pencils and organization and the smell of new text books. But today, school wasn’t even the main occupation of the day. Because the restaurant where Star and I work employs mostly students and runs till thanksgiving (That’s Canadian thanksgiving which is in October) it is in rather a great need of staff from the beginning of September till then. So it came to be that Star and I are working breakfast and some lunch shifts this fall. We were up early this morning just like most mornings this summer. Upon arrival this morning I had found I still had a half before they needed me to sign in so I dug out my economics book from my back pack and read it in a dingy back corner of the kitchen. It was pretty interesting actually gave real life economic examples about the pilgrims landing in America and stuff. After that it was dishes and toast and dessert squares till nearly eleven. Star and I got a lemonade and Pepsi to drink with our lunch of macaroni salad and settled down in the deserted bar to eat and do school. Star likes to say that “We hang out in a bar after work.“. It’s a very nice room to be in actually, dark wood, and a piano and lots of pictures of the guests holding up big fish. Star had only a little health to study because she hadn’t brought her other books so she distracted me a little at first :P but I got on alright. I answered the questions in the economics book and then read a short story about a cross geography teacher named Miss Dove in World Literature. I hurriedly answered the questions about the story giving a few anxious glances to my watch and signed back in for work a few minutes after twelve. At lunch the cook trained me on the job to help with the orders which was a bit nerve-racking, figuring out how to make several different kinds of sandwiches and salads in the rush. The cook is also training me to ‘eaves drop’ in other words, pay more attention to what is going on in the kitchen, instead of always being in my own little world. Mom picked us up from work and I did my physics then we ate spaghetti for supper. Not a bad day but certainly an unusual first day of school. July 29 Why Blue Cheese is Now a Swear Word at My WorkBy the title you might assume that the fault lies with the blue cheese itself, that it did something horrid for it’s name to be used as such, but that is not so. In truth I think the whole happening has improved our kitchen for the better for I prefer the exclamation of “Blue Cheese!!!” to something else. The cooks in our kitchen were in the habit of swearing when something went wrong. They said it relieved the stress or something like that. One day whilst Star was hurriedly serving salad to the guests she had to leave on behind in the kitchen and told everyone not to touch it so that no one else would carry it off by mistake. Now the cook had noticed that Star didn’t swear so she hid her salad to see if she would. Coming back into the kitchen, Star was running over the names of salad dressings in her head and upon seeing that her salad was gone she stamped her foot and exclaimed “BLUE CHEESE!!!”. The cook was very much amused and now uses “Blue Cheese” instead of the swear words in a good natured mimicry of Star. July 23 EeepicheepHi this is a boring font.
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I write this from our van driving home on my new little computer *Squeaks with delight* It’s very little silver laptop called an “Eee PC” so I call it Eeepicheep like the noble talking mouse, Reepicheep. It cost five hundred and something and I’ve been considering it for sometime. I think it will be great for story writing once I get used to typing on these little keys. It’s very easy to carry around as its so very small nd can even fit in my purse. I think I shall put stickers on it :). July 18 Early mornings and cats6:00 am comes too soon, a great deal sooner than I'd like at any rate, but work starts at 6:30 so up My sisters and I must get. It's mornings like these that a song my great uncle sings comes into my head. It goes like this "Oh how I hate to get up in the morning, Oh how I hate to get out of bed do do do.." I don't remember if I was thinking of that song on this particular morning but I am certain that I agreed with it wholeheartedly. Sliding out of bed I nearly stepped on Violet who was happily rolling about on the floor hoping to be petted. She was not. Many times I have envied the cat for her complete relaxation and life of ease. Never having to work or be busy but only sleeping and eating as she pleases. As we rushed about the house she sat on the edge of the bathroom sink pawing at the drops of water coming from the faucet, perfectly oblivious to our hurry. But at the end of the day I'm happy being me. To have the satisfaction of a job well done or done well enough,the joys of friendship and creativity, and most of all of a relationship with Jesus my saviour. I'll try to remember all this when I'm getting up for work tomorrow and the cat is being lazy.  |
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