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Friday night...my cat on my lap...
Mar. 2nd, 2007 08:17 pmand all is right with the world. Well, at least Anna Nicole finally got buried. Maybe CNN will become CNN again.
My first Netflix movie was delivered on Tuesday, and I'm finally going to sit down (well, lay down or scrunch down, actually) on the couch and watch it. Waterloo with Christopher Plummer as my dead military boyfriend, the Duke of Wellington! Yeah...life doesn't get better than this.
Oh, and the house across the street has a 'Sold' sign on it. I just hope that it doesn't become a Meth house. Well, there's optimism for ya, huh?
I was really missing England this afternoon. A student came by and chatted for awhile about writing and other things, and I remembered writing all my blogs from England. I wrote so much more then, but I think I had something to say. Does that mean that I have nothing to say as I sit in my lovely little house in my tiny southern Illinois town? Well, no. But perhaps I've become too complacent and haven't taken the time to notice the cool things around me. Sure, there's no Roman wall to take a shortcut through on my way to the train station as I head to London, but there was a spectacular sunset tonight. The sky was filled with big, bubbly blue clouds that just hid the orange sunset. I did take a minute to step out onto the back porch and enjoy it. I always think about Dad when I see a sunset. Don't know why, just do. Maybe it's because he and I could sit outside on summer nights and just talk and talk until the sun disappeared and the lightning bugs began to flash around the yard.
He and I used to hit golf whiffle balls (you know, like tiny whiffle balls) around the backyard on summer nights, too. I think we both thought we were helping our 'chipping' game, when all we were really doing was competing with each other. And we'd get mad if Mom chipped hers closer to the target. We'd get mad if she won at Trivial Pursuit, too. And Dad never let me win at checkers. Ever. Man, I miss that.
My first Netflix movie was delivered on Tuesday, and I'm finally going to sit down (well, lay down or scrunch down, actually) on the couch and watch it. Waterloo with Christopher Plummer as my dead military boyfriend, the Duke of Wellington! Yeah...life doesn't get better than this.
Oh, and the house across the street has a 'Sold' sign on it. I just hope that it doesn't become a Meth house. Well, there's optimism for ya, huh?
I was really missing England this afternoon. A student came by and chatted for awhile about writing and other things, and I remembered writing all my blogs from England. I wrote so much more then, but I think I had something to say. Does that mean that I have nothing to say as I sit in my lovely little house in my tiny southern Illinois town? Well, no. But perhaps I've become too complacent and haven't taken the time to notice the cool things around me. Sure, there's no Roman wall to take a shortcut through on my way to the train station as I head to London, but there was a spectacular sunset tonight. The sky was filled with big, bubbly blue clouds that just hid the orange sunset. I did take a minute to step out onto the back porch and enjoy it. I always think about Dad when I see a sunset. Don't know why, just do. Maybe it's because he and I could sit outside on summer nights and just talk and talk until the sun disappeared and the lightning bugs began to flash around the yard.
He and I used to hit golf whiffle balls (you know, like tiny whiffle balls) around the backyard on summer nights, too. I think we both thought we were helping our 'chipping' game, when all we were really doing was competing with each other. And we'd get mad if Mom chipped hers closer to the target. We'd get mad if she won at Trivial Pursuit, too. And Dad never let me win at checkers. Ever. Man, I miss that.
