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Name: Abigail
Interests: reading, sewing, making ragdolls, climbing trees, canoeing in the rain, playing piano in the dark, singing with friends, having tea with my mother, being silent with good friends, being friends with my big brother, sharing a sense of humor with my father, listening to music that speaks to my soul, staring at the sky, thunderstorms, making my friends smile, swinging on really tall swingsets, jumping off ropeswings into the san marcos river, watching fireworks, pondering the conundrum of logic and emotion
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Member Since:
12/13/2004
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| I wish I had a good book to read this evening. I've been reading Nicholas Nickleby, but not this evening. This evening I would rather read something different, only I don't know what it is. Else I'd read it.
Today I purchased a weekly planner and a new notebook. They are for general life and schedule organization. I feel slightly more organized already. only slightly
Today I have to trust God with my life and health again. I guess there is nothing new in that, is there? He gave me life in the first place and He sustains it. He knows what's going on inside me. I am on tenterhooks.
Goodnight. | | |
| i heard it before i saw it, which is not unusual for a motorcycle.
yes, i was returning from a nice walk with my now empty coffee mug, when from behind i heard a go-kart. at least one person in my neighborhood owns a go-kart, so i was not really surprised to hear one. shortly after i heard the the sound, i was passed on the right by a bicycle. shiny blue, old fashioned in appearance, of the sort that you power by pedaling with your feet; you'd expect a nice little bell on the handlebars: "ding! ding!" the man's feet were still, and the bike moved along at a steady speed, accompanied by the sound of a go-kart... | | |
| i am so tired, my head is spinning.
12 hours of work, with breakfast at 8:30, lunch at 2, and supper at 4.
i think i messed a couple things up, that i shouldn't ought to have, there at the end when my brain had flown out the window.
a big freaking mess to clean up tomorrow morning bright and early.  <-- grimace.
along with probably hours of trouble shooting and maintenance on a big heavy sewing machine/quilt frame.
all intertwined with customers and phone calls and coworkers and things i forgot.
today was a good day.
i expect tomorrow will be a good day, too.
right now i wish i could delay its arrival by several hours.
oh well. we are all doomed to feel that way repeatedly in this life.
i am going to have some ice cream before i go to sleep. | | |
| groyd is a small ogre that lives under our kitchen sink.
my brother named him.
groyd just sits there under the sink,
and when you ring the light switch he opens his mouth under the sink drain
and gobbles up all the leftover food in a very rumbly and growling manner.
he sounds very messy and loud, but he never spills a single soggy crumb; he eats it all.
groyd likes to eat potato skins and all your other leftovers that you didn't want to eat.
he isn't very self conscious about the way his breath smells,
but sometimes i give him a freshening lime peel to eat,
anyway.
i would like to post a picture of groyd, so you could all see him, but he doesn't photograph well, and he's very embarrassed about it.
i will describe him to you, and it will be as if you were actually looking at him in person. 
groyd is about 3 feet tall when he stands, which he rarely does, because he hasn't room in his house under the kitchen sink.
his skin is toad-like: all bumpy and greenish brown. his shape is sort of scrawny and rounded at the same time, being round in his head and his belly but with a neck of slight circumference and longish looking arms and legs ending in knobby fingers and toes that stick to things. his chin is pointed and sometimes he bumps it when he's sticking his mouth next to the drain, and then he growls louder. his ears are large and pointed like a goblin's, and his eyes are like fish eyes, only more intelligent looking, because he has eyelids, and large furry eyebrows, which is all the hair he's got.
i persuaded groyd to come out from under the sink and have his portrait taken. it isn't very good, because i'm not a fabulous artist. you can see that he is very uncomfortable about it all, and still has a banana peel sticking to his knobby fingers; he had just pulled it from the trash can under the sink when i asked him to come out. groyd is now immensely relieved to be back under the sink with the door shut, quietly chewing his banana peel and other trashy foods.
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| This morning as i was toasting my morning bagel, Mama mentioned that there was a pillaging truck at our neighbor's house.  what does this mean?? will they just take our trash, or come into our houses and steal all the microwaves, too??? and then burn the whole neighborhood????? pillage and burn! oh no! but it turned out to be just a utilities truck, after all. phew! | | |
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