...and we call it the "get the work DONE day"!

how can i become an every day blogger again? i don't know if it's possible. i'm currently at ma and pops beet's and speaking of beets mom was just telling me of her beet soup recipe. sounds good. involves orange juice. something of a mild cleanser, apparently. we've just been discussing the pinto bean in relation to the pinto horse. was one named after the other or did they both come about their name independently? wikepedia does not even mention the matter.

mom gave me a job to do. i was to put the agony and the ecstasy what qualicum falls taught us into plastic protectors and into a binder. i groaned when i thought of that story. it brought me back to the agony and frustration of that day and drain of writing the story in too much detail afterwards. but i actually enjoyed reading it again as i put it into the binders. amy and bethany's illustrations are what make the story worthwhile of course. there is a particular part about sarah and kyle that i found quite funny. i guess time really is a healer.

it's now quarter to one and i'm still in my jammies. do i care? am i ashamed? do i blush and duck my head in a bashful manner? no. unfortunately i proudly strut my stuff. paint stained butterfly pj bottoms and all.

there's been a bald eagle circling the skies outside ma and pop beet's window for the last couple of hours. naturally i fetched hither my bushnells and knelt on the couch in the bay window and took a gander while simultaneously talking to sarah and responding to her waging of the hang up war.

speaking of sarah i'm meddling and causing contention between her and kyle. it's all about the car and sarah's right to have it. while on the phone i fed her some good comebacks to kyle's condescending and crabby non-concessions. so much for being a peacemaker. that was always layne's gift anyways. or should i say prince pig-a-pus.

i remember that summer that layne got named prince pig-a-pus. it was the summer i was dubbed princess walrus. we stayed at that cabin on green lake outside of clinton and the water was green because it was a glacier lake and i was one of the only who enjoyed swimming in it. (i remember something of a dock or a raft with a slide going into the water.) so i was named princess walruss and i understood that but i couldn't help think that walruses were ugly bluberous creatures also. one day i went with dad into town or something and that was the day katie decided to finally play in the water (WITHOUT ME) and she basically got a case of the hypothermias. i remember we were all singing and roasting marshmallows at the campfire and katie was in the cabin shivering and blue under piles of blankets, being nursed with hot chocolate. i remember trying to get into the cabin to see her and we were all trying to get in but there was no room and mom being cross. were there volleyball nets set up there?

i also remember the drive there. the seats of the van were folded down into a big bed and i was laying between katie and jordan who were both doped up on gravol (not me. i've got an iron stomach) and crabby. on one side one of them complained that i was touching them. i'd move over and the other would complain that i was too close. jordan probably kicked me. i imagine that katie pushed me, but i can't remember for certain. as the wronged person, the person in the wrong place at the wrong time, i appealed to mom. we were waiting for dad outside of some dark motel or office or something and it seemed like we were waiting forever. mom didn't get katie or jordan in trouble like i thought she would. she suggested i get up and come sit near her and some of the bigger kids that were at the front. so i sat on the edge of the bed and i don't remember what they were talking about but i remember i said something about poo and then went into hysterics, laughing and laughing. that may be my first experience with hysterics. i remember how weird it felt to laugh uncontrollably and even more strange, to have a lump rise up in my throat and to suddenly be near tears.

sometimes memories seem like snap shots. like when i think of that time katie and i and mom went to visit gramma b in new westminster, i see my white socks and new white sandles when we were outside with the plane in front of us. i see the green g shaped pool in her apartment. i can see the crowded burger king that we ate at. that's when she told us of all the things she couldn't eat because of food allergies. i see the path in the park and the green and light all around. that's the park i learned to skip at.

i used to pride myself in my memory but it seems like i don't remember very much any more. at least not the things other people remember. collectively we're a gold mine of memory. each person in our family walking vaults of our shared or collective history from an individual point of view. i don't like losing the past. so many good moments, funny, happy, sad and moving. it seems like we'll never forget but the mindless everyday erodes the freshness.

i suddenly want to write down every memory i have. haha, don't lie to me, some of you would be skimming that post for sure.

i should be showering. i should be making BUNS. BRENT'S BUNS.