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"Faith is the soul going out of itself for all its wants."

-Thomas Boston-

Today consisted of nothing much but scribbling at my O.W., contemplating a small stack of homework, knitting at my scarf (which I have affectionately nicknamed my 'skunk' project...it's furry and has dark & light stripes) and staying more caught up on work than usual. The snow continues to fall outside; so far today I have only seen one (impressive-looking pick-up) truck attempt to drive out of our neighborhood. I am assuming it is better in town, but of course all attempts to make roads drivable end at the start of the treacherous slopes leading to my house... Thankfully someone else will again be able to cover my shift at work, because there's no way I can get out in this. Poor Rhonda has been iced shut... she will probably need a good deal of TLC when this all is over, at least (and especially) regarding her tires. I've been backing up my computer's music stores during this impromptu break, and every so often I'll finish burning a disc and really want to take Rhonda for a spin just to play it in the car, but can't. 'Tis very sad.

My brothers have joked about hiking out to the robotics shop... it's a mile or so down the highway, so of course my mother won't allow them, but the thought is rather funny. They've been gainfully employed with all sorts of grand endeavors regarding beanie babies, but I am not to divulge specific information upon the pain of death (or at least severe exposure to said beanie baby characters...). Greg keeps popping in to borrow my camera (unrelated to said project, or nearly so). I told him to be careful the first few times, but now I barely even shrug. It's not going to last forever anyway.

I've felt thoughtful all day but haven't been able to direct the thoughts properly--like one who thought he was sitting in a chair and instead finds himself rushing headlong towards eternity. Perhaps I will go for a ramble around the neighborhood and see how many times I can fall over in the course of two or so miles. If school is canceled tomorrow, the boys and I shall go for a hike in the woods between this neighborhood and the highway, and we'll get our jeans torn and wet while playing games full of silliness with hands full of numbness and heads full of wonder and laughter.

I am struck with how full this world seems--and yet how empty.
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  1. Marigold on January 27, 2009 at 9:31 PM

    I'm hoping college will be canceled tomorrow. I know the boys' school is, but the uni refuses to tell us until the early hours of the morning. It must be a diabolical scheme to force students to get up early just so they can see if they can sleep in.

    At any rate, sounds like a lazy, but not altogether unpleasant, day. :-)

     
  2. e on January 30, 2009 at 7:07 PM

    Oh, Anna, why do you have to be so profound, even when you're being mildly silly?

    Did you all get to go on your hike in the woods? I got soaked today splashing through puddles. Good craic.

     


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