The rain overnight has turned the tree outside my window from mostly pink blossoms to mostly green leaves. I feel sad for the tree, but its loss is the ground’s gain, because now it has a pink carpet.
call her green, for the children who’ve made her
Archive for April, 2005
Prose’s come, and Prose’s gane, An’ we hae feasted weel. Sae Jock maun to his flail again, An’ Jenny to her wheel.
Women in the news.
Fate has seen fit to intervene in my plans for the evening. I am only slightly upset by the interruption, after all, how often do I get to hang out with Prose? But I wonder how I should let this affect me. Is this a warning not to pursue my proposed course of action? I [...]
Ok, here’s the theory. If I go to sleep now, I can get up early in the morning and trek over to the computer lab (so as not to be distracted by Snood) and finish this last paper. I think this will be the first time ever that I’ll have had all my work done [...]
Mommy, Mommy, I wanna go on a pilgrimmage and ride the ferris wheel!
Yay! My lab report is done!
You live, and you learn, and you move on. Regret is such a waste of time.
I just got home to find that the wind had knocked over the glass of water at the head of my bed, so now my bed is soaking wet. The sheets and pillowcases are remediable, the pillow and mattress are less so. Hopefully they’ll air dry ok before I want to sleep on them tonight.
I’m pre-reged for Pennsic!