for amyleigh
it's sunday morning again. the cats meowed and meowed outside our doors this morning, but i, with the stone heart ignored them. elicia got up and fed them. later, when i opened my door they were both there wound like springs, shooting into my bedroom sanctuary. i took my scriptures out to the living room and wrapped myself in the blue afghan. archie hopped up on my lap, curling up like a heating pad on my aching womb. after i was done reading about the people of limhi and the people of alma, i just sat there with my cat giving and receiving, dozing and caressing his silky fur.
now elicia's making pancakes. she's torn herself away from the cats to make pancakes. she takes out every toy and throws it and they chase after it pelmel. izzy does these acrobatic leaps and archie runs like thunder.
yesterday was a full day. i got up at 6:15(!!) to go on a run with heather. it's an ungodly time to get up on a saturday, i know, but it makes your day so much longer, i found. it was a hard run. we only had one minute intervals and boy did we miss the other minute! the hardest thing about our runs is that they are mostly uphill with one or two downhill parts at the end. that's what you get for living at the bottom of the city.
my knees hurt when i go up the stairs after a run. is this aging? i did my weekly weigh at heather's. up .5 of a pound. i blame my fabricated period and move on.
as i walked wearily through the alleys that connect our homes the world was sunshiny and bird chirpy. yes the day dawn was breaking and the world was awaking. i was weary but i had a good feeling inside. a feeling of doing something hard and worthwhile.
elicia was about to step in the shower when i got back. i know what you're thinking. elicia was up at 7:20 on a saturday???? well she had to be of course. she had a seminar to go to. she asked me if i needed the bathroom. "go ahead." i said. "i have all day to shower." that's one of the nice things about a saturday. free time. a free day. so plopped my weariness down on the courch (oops that's how yook would spell it haha) couch and watched a movie. a saturday morning movie can be very satisfying and this one was no different. i've been waiting to watch it for a long time. i guess i borrowed it from steve all the way back in october. well yesterday was the day that i revisited the mission. this time i listened to the music. i really like the scene where father gabriel is alone in the jungle playing that beautiful song. and he charms them with it. father gabriel was all about the love and he's special that way. i think everyone sees him as special, and they are all changed by his love and made better, but they can't quite live or understand his higher way. know what i mean? (vern)
after the movie i came to understand that i was very weak with hunger. so i made myself good ol' curry soy sauce scrambled eggs like i used to always make in japan. and i ate them from the pan too. and i got ready and made a grocery list and said good bye to the kittens with dirty mittens and left. i went first to the bank and then to the library. you see, my book finally came! the knitting a rug one! this book required a lot of patience from me. i had to make myself forget about it so i could stand it. i mean why can't it just be in chapters like it's supposed to be??? anyways i checked it out and i went outside of the library feeling glad and excited and i sat down on a bench and took a lookiloo. the good thing about this book is that it teaches technique really well. there is one or two patterns in there that i like, but i can learn what she teaches and then make the big one that i want to make, which is very simple. making new things/trying new things is exciting. i love it. unless it's a new job or school or church or something. that's not as fun, not fun at all.
elicia doesn't like it when i sing "uh-hu i wanna linger, uh-hu a little longer, uh-hu a little longer here with you." i tell her it's not as bad as when she sings oscar myer weiner, but she doesn't agree. and mom never liked the chuckle buzzard song. which made it all the sweeter for katie and i to sing at the top of our lungs.
anyways after perusing the knitting book, i hopped in the car that so badly wants to be loved by me, but is only neglected, and sped off to superstore. yes i went to superstore on a saturday. there was some congestion, but it wasn't actually that bad. for those of you who live in nanaimo and have never experienced a lower mainland superstore, this means little. but to me it means a lot. spending on food makes me nervous. like i bought a big thing of chicken breasts that will last a long time, longer than this one trip, but it makes me nervous to spend that much. know what i mean? ....(vern?)
apartments suck in the instance that you are carrying a lot from your car to your particular abode. taking two trips is unthinkable, but carrying everything at once seems impossible. but i like to think i can do things. so i had six bags plus my purse in one hand and the box of chicken breasts hugged to me with the other. and i successfully shuffled the box under the arm supporting the six bags while i unlocked the outer door, and shuffled it back, and luckily the door to the stairs was partially open so i didn't have to turn the handle, tack o lov, as they say in sweden. but then i had to lurch and heave up the stairs like the hunchback from notredame and at the top of the stairs??? a door that opens towards me. cruel and inhumane. don't they think about grocery shoppers when they design these things? obviously not. but with the use of the stairs going up, my hip and handy legs, swiveling, kicking and so forth i got it open and stumbled down the hall to my door. a superhuman effort from a mere mortal.
i really only had time to put my stuff away before it was time to get heather and go to granville island. but i'll have to write about that later because the longer i type here, the less 'good' i'll look in the church pews if you catch my drift wood.
now elicia's making pancakes. she's torn herself away from the cats to make pancakes. she takes out every toy and throws it and they chase after it pelmel. izzy does these acrobatic leaps and archie runs like thunder.
yesterday was a full day. i got up at 6:15(!!) to go on a run with heather. it's an ungodly time to get up on a saturday, i know, but it makes your day so much longer, i found. it was a hard run. we only had one minute intervals and boy did we miss the other minute! the hardest thing about our runs is that they are mostly uphill with one or two downhill parts at the end. that's what you get for living at the bottom of the city.
my knees hurt when i go up the stairs after a run. is this aging? i did my weekly weigh at heather's. up .5 of a pound. i blame my fabricated period and move on.
as i walked wearily through the alleys that connect our homes the world was sunshiny and bird chirpy. yes the day dawn was breaking and the world was awaking. i was weary but i had a good feeling inside. a feeling of doing something hard and worthwhile.
elicia was about to step in the shower when i got back. i know what you're thinking. elicia was up at 7:20 on a saturday???? well she had to be of course. she had a seminar to go to. she asked me if i needed the bathroom. "go ahead." i said. "i have all day to shower." that's one of the nice things about a saturday. free time. a free day. so plopped my weariness down on the courch (oops that's how yook would spell it haha) couch and watched a movie. a saturday morning movie can be very satisfying and this one was no different. i've been waiting to watch it for a long time. i guess i borrowed it from steve all the way back in october. well yesterday was the day that i revisited the mission. this time i listened to the music. i really like the scene where father gabriel is alone in the jungle playing that beautiful song. and he charms them with it. father gabriel was all about the love and he's special that way. i think everyone sees him as special, and they are all changed by his love and made better, but they can't quite live or understand his higher way. know what i mean? (vern)
after the movie i came to understand that i was very weak with hunger. so i made myself good ol' curry soy sauce scrambled eggs like i used to always make in japan. and i ate them from the pan too. and i got ready and made a grocery list and said good bye to the kittens with dirty mittens and left. i went first to the bank and then to the library. you see, my book finally came! the knitting a rug one! this book required a lot of patience from me. i had to make myself forget about it so i could stand it. i mean why can't it just be in chapters like it's supposed to be??? anyways i checked it out and i went outside of the library feeling glad and excited and i sat down on a bench and took a lookiloo. the good thing about this book is that it teaches technique really well. there is one or two patterns in there that i like, but i can learn what she teaches and then make the big one that i want to make, which is very simple. making new things/trying new things is exciting. i love it. unless it's a new job or school or church or something. that's not as fun, not fun at all.
elicia doesn't like it when i sing "uh-hu i wanna linger, uh-hu a little longer, uh-hu a little longer here with you." i tell her it's not as bad as when she sings oscar myer weiner, but she doesn't agree. and mom never liked the chuckle buzzard song. which made it all the sweeter for katie and i to sing at the top of our lungs.
anyways after perusing the knitting book, i hopped in the car that so badly wants to be loved by me, but is only neglected, and sped off to superstore. yes i went to superstore on a saturday. there was some congestion, but it wasn't actually that bad. for those of you who live in nanaimo and have never experienced a lower mainland superstore, this means little. but to me it means a lot. spending on food makes me nervous. like i bought a big thing of chicken breasts that will last a long time, longer than this one trip, but it makes me nervous to spend that much. know what i mean? ....(vern?)
apartments suck in the instance that you are carrying a lot from your car to your particular abode. taking two trips is unthinkable, but carrying everything at once seems impossible. but i like to think i can do things. so i had six bags plus my purse in one hand and the box of chicken breasts hugged to me with the other. and i successfully shuffled the box under the arm supporting the six bags while i unlocked the outer door, and shuffled it back, and luckily the door to the stairs was partially open so i didn't have to turn the handle, tack o lov, as they say in sweden. but then i had to lurch and heave up the stairs like the hunchback from notredame and at the top of the stairs??? a door that opens towards me. cruel and inhumane. don't they think about grocery shoppers when they design these things? obviously not. but with the use of the stairs going up, my hip and handy legs, swiveling, kicking and so forth i got it open and stumbled down the hall to my door. a superhuman effort from a mere mortal.
i really only had time to put my stuff away before it was time to get heather and go to granville island. but i'll have to write about that later because the longer i type here, the less 'good' i'll look in the church pews if you catch my drift wood.
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