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“I’m from Warsaw”

Well, I’m not really, but I’m listen to Polish funk right now, and someone on the recording said they were. (I’ve never heard funk before. It’s really strange.)

In a few hours, I head to the Konczals. John, my gnome, and I are going to cook Redwall food, and Kayla and Bethany and their mother are joining us, too. We’re going to make Deeper’n'Ever pie (“stan’ on moi tunnel!” say Kayla and Bethany), barley/spring onion soup, scones with meadowcream, and a spring salad. Of course, it’s snowing hard right now, but we’re going to cozy down and enjoy our spring salad anyway.
I’m so glad that these young friends of mine have begun to get excited about Redwall. Krissy and Sonja and I will never outgrow the books, of course, but new enthusiasm is welcome! John is ten and my kindred spirit. Krissy and Sonja are my bosom friends, and John is a kindred spirit. And Kayla and Bethany are like my younger sisters. I like them all exceedingly.

Wednesday, Dad and I packed up a picnic and went to Old Orchard. This is the time of year to go to the beach, because there aren’t any scantily clad French Canadians, like there are during tourist season. We had the beach all to ourself, but for a mother and her children, and a few other beachcombers. The weather was warm anyway, but for some reason the wind coming off the water was warmer than the rest of the air! It was just glorious. I found a baby sea urchin about the size of a button. Then I found another one, slightly bigger, and accidently threw it at Dad’s nose. He reckoned I’d better watch out or the next sea urchin around would be me.

Wow, this Polish funk music really is very strange, but I have to admit I’m rather enjoying it. Listen.  Sonja would like it.

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Oh my goodness. Today after church one of the ladies of the congregation found Mom and I and said that she’d been to Mardens and seen some really nice skirts…and that she’d saved up a little money and wanted to take me and see what we could find!

So after lots of trying on and exploring, I came home with two new skirts and three beautiful dresses! *beams* I’m so excited, I love everyone one of them, and this came just as we were praying about clothing for spring and summer! I have two really sweet sundresses, and a pink striped shirtdress- KRISSY! I can’t wait to swing in these, the shirtdress—it’s so wonderful!

We were so surprised by her generosity. She insisted on spending fifty dollars on me, it was so kind! I think she enjoyed dressing me up. Now I can’t wait till Sunday, and Spring!

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So Thoroughly Zonked

Wowzers, I’m tired. (I guess I feel like using all my dorky exclamations right now)
Krissy spent Saturday night at my house. We put in some serious work on our Prince Caspian costumes, and largely thanks to her, I got all of the conceptual work done on mine, finished drafting my bodice, and cut out the lining and the fabric! I’ve pinned the darts into it and I’m going to sew them during church today. (Yes, I sew during church. Many might be opposed to that, but I pay attention infinitely better when I’m doing something with my hands.) We also figured out how to do the skirt. I was planning on having a netting overskirt embroidered with willow leaves and branches, but Krissy and I could NOT figure out how to do it. We cut out a bunch of leaves, and on a whim I just scattered them over the skirt- and it looked perfect! So now I know what I’m doing with that, too.

Bed time came about and with it some unintentional humor:
Krissy: Oh crumbs, there’s a hole in it.
Me: What’s that?
Krissy: It’s a sock. A very warm sock, which is why I’m upset about the hole.
Me: Darn it.
ahahahahahahha! (I can’t even remember which meaning I meant now)
Sonja, that has to go on the next calendar.

Anyway, Krissy departed around noon, and that evening I got all dressed up and Mom and I headed to the Evangelical Free Church for the sock hop that my Tapestry of Grace co-op was putting on for a unit celebration. You know, every other Friday for swing dances, and occasionally for something like this, I get to pick out something pretty to wear, and do up my hair, and put on a little makeup (do not scorn me, o good cousins, thou’rt not girls and thou canst not understand), then go out to a dance or social event. And I think it’s a really good thing. People my age don’t really have opportunities to do that, I guess it’s sort of an old-fashioned idea, and I think it’s been good for me! I enjoy it so much, getting dressed up and going out with Krissy or another friend.

The sock hop was a blast. Nearly everyone dressed up- it’s incredible the difference between schoolers and homeschoolers, honestly. If this had been at school, most would’ve been embarassed to join the kids in their bunny hopping and all that, but with these homeschoolers the teens and the adults joined in without a complaint! Mal came, and Keturah and Mel and I and she danced quite a lot. Keturah and I have discovered that one of the dances from a Gilbert and Sullivan we did last year works really well to swing music and makes us look like we know what we’re doing, so we milked it for all it was worth. :P And I got to do the Shorty George a lot, my favorite move, so I was happy. *beams*

So I’ve had a pretty nice weekend. Back to Hannaford on Monday, but it’s only four hours, and before that I have a nice Palm Sunday to appreciate.
“Come, let’s away! Our island crown awaits me. Conflicting feelings rend my soul apart…the thought of royal dignity elates me, but leaving thee behind me breaks my heart!” ( a bit of G&S-itis to end the post)

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Why the Drinking?

Every now and then I learn about another friend, or acquaintance, or just another person getting drunk.

It makes me sad.

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Step One

The mayor just called me back, and we talked for about eight minutes about this Stroudwater Place project. He’s a very nice man, but he is a mayor, and has too many things to think about…as I expected, he talked to me kindly about taxes and jobs and economics and all of those dreadfully important and boring things that make life not worth living.
I told him I’d moved here when I was four, and my family has been lamenting the loss of trees and open places. Stroudwater is the last open place. He explained to me exactly where this shopping center would be…it sounds ghastly. I don’t think I’ll be able to bear it.

I also know that I won’t be able to stop it. But I’m going to make my opposition known anyway. Sometimes you can’t stop one development from going up, but by just trying you can help avoid others in the future.

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I think I mentioned in the last post that I’d started another Regency dress- there was a lot of really good dollar bin fabric so I stocked up and have enough for three dresses. Well, I’ve about finished one today- I used a different pattern, this one has a drawstring waist and neckline and puffed sleeves- and it FITS! I’m quite happy. The waistline is a tad lower than I might like, but it fits perfectly over my short stays and is very comfortable. First dress in my college wardrobe finished. :D I’m going to make a sash to go around the empire waist- I think that’ll make it look just a tad higher and I shall be satistfied.

I’m so happy! And I might have an event to wear it to on Saturday, too!

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I think I have mumps.

My neck feels about three times its normal size. It’s weirding me out.
Anyway. Last weekend Ted took me to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, which was fantastic. Definitely the coolest concert I’ve ever been to. That weekend I also spent a lot of time with some Rendezvous friends from PA who were at the Konczals to hunt. John, who is eighteen and a homeschooled Christian senior, and I became quite good chums.

Sunday we got new hymnals at church. Apparently another Evangelical Covenant church gave them to us. I was crestfallen when my pastor (whom I love dearly) said that the books were to be called, “worshipbooks” instead of hymnals, because they contained more contemporary music and scriptural responses. Why does everyone have to treat hymns and ‘worship music’ as entirely different things? It makes me very sad.
One of the first songs was “As the Deer.” I happen to like this song, and though my pastor has changed “thee” to “you” I have persisted in singing thee out of stubborn respect for the older words. Well, when I discovered the song in our new ‘worshipbook,’ the words had been changed by someone or other with apparent disregard for theology:
“As the deer pants for living water so my soul longs after You,” instead of “As the deer panteth for the water so my soul longeth after Thee.” I was disgusted! If you’re going to change the words, at least try to retain the meaning. The deer doesn’t want living water, doofus, it’s an analogy. The deer wants normal water. Something nice and cool and refreshing to drink. We, like the deer, want the life Jesus offers us, the living water.

Aside from that, the book isn’t actually too bad. The contemporary music is older contemporary music, tried and true songs like “Great is the Lord” and “Majesty.”

I haven’t got a lot else to say. I’ve been working on a set of Regency short stays from Jennie Chancey’s patterns, which is really exciting. I’ve run into a bit of a stick, because I’m not good at hand-sewn eyelets yet and I have to do eight, but hopefully I can get around that soon!

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This afternoon, Mrs. Scribner, Matt, Aunt Margaret, a Mom, Than and myself piled in a car and drove to Pineland for a walk. It was a really gorgeous day, chilly but not too cold, and very bright. I enjoyed it, for the most part.

I have a problem, however. I just can’t shut up. I like knowing things, so I say out loud quite frequently, “Oh! Did you know that aspen bark produces a natural sunscreen?” “Oh, did you know that the smell of bread baking is really yeast releasing ozone?” “Hey, did you know that half a cup of violet greens contains more vitamin C than four oranges?”

No one cares.

So I need to learn to save my enraptured knowledge-sharing for people like Krissy and Sonja, who appreciate it. I think they’re pretty much the only ones, except Mal who patiently endures most of my annoying traits. The point being, I think I slightly annoyed a certain someone who doesn’t usually get annoyed today. :( It made me really sad, and quite frustrated with myself. It seems like the things that are most ingrained within me are the things that irritate people the most. What can I do about that?

Anyway. I’ll go sleep now.

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Crunch Time

I really have trouble coming up with titles for posts these days. After so many years of blogging, there are not that many left.

I have been extremely busy, which means I’ve neglected my blogs. That’s not about to change- In a week and a half, I leave for Zurich. Trial, etc., the alumni production, closed last night, and now I have time to think about my trip…but not very much.

While I’m gone, I will be keeping a blog at this location. I will be handing out the url pretty freely, and didn’t want everyone reading this blog, so I started a new, temporary one. I probably will not have time to update both, but we’ll see what transpires. The Swopes will be lending me a camera while I’m there, and I hope to post pictures regularly. Visit the blog if you can- I won’t have a lot of social interaction over there, and would love to hear from anyone.

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The Neighborhood of Make Believe

Sometimes on Wednesdays, when I’m eating lunch, I watch PBS.

Mr. Rogers: (holds up a cassette player) Would you like to hear wolves howling?
Me: (nods sincerely) Yes, Mr. Rogers!
Mr. Rogers: Wow, listen to that. Aren’t they beautiful?
Me: Yes, Mr. Rogers!
Mr. Rogers: Singing wolves are beautiful. (feeds the fish slowly) Sometimes I wonder…do fish sing?
Me: *wide-eyed* Me too, Mr. Rogers!
(in walks a baby wolf)
Mr. Rogers: Well, now, isn’t it beautiful? I’m glad there are people in this world who help creatures in need.

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