Thursday, June 28, 2007

Sweet Home

I am glad to be home and in my own bed. I miss that bed a lot when I go away, about as much as I miss my shower. I love taking showers in my own bathroom and not fearing that the water will go cold on me.

Vacation was lovely the whole way through. We visited Kim's every night and ate their icecream cones. Isaac got better at saving his from toppling over by the end of the week. We watched lots and lots of movies and read lots and lots of books. And we slept. It was worth driving all that way just to sleep.

Harvey Cedars was fantastic. It was completely different from kids camp. It went faster and slower. We did less and talked more. The ocean was beautiful and comparatively warm as opposed to Lake Champlain which knocked your breath out and made your heart ache with the cold. There are a great many stories out of the week all of which are interesting and entertaining on some level. One moment that stands above the rest was Friday at lunch when my fellow leaders wrote me letters and put them in the mail stack. I was so happy... they couldn't have done anything that would have made me feel more loved.

And of course there was the time Friday night when Bob ate my icecream cone. And we went mattress surfing. And we sat in the laundry room till the morning hours talking over life and setting up harems and the virtues of Jane Austen for curing a broken heart. Christy was wonderful to have. I am so glad our rooms connected and we could share the burden of the groups (or, as is more true, the fun).

Inklings is like a bad church. It doesn't do much but give you a good feeling, but it is far better than nothing. I love it immensely. I like Elizabeth Erb immensely too. I think we told her more than she wanted to know about anything or anyone. But she likes Austen and she likes Hemmingway which I've fallen in love with recently. Therefore, she is fantastic. Sarah would say so too aside from the Hemmingway part. I find that strange. I think of Sarah occassionally when reading Hemmingway. She hates him.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows count down is on. I suppose I should order a copy if I'm to get it at all for a year. My greatest fear is that everyone will read it and tell me what happens and then where would I be?

Read Sold by Patricia McCormick. Only if you are an older reader of this blog. It is a hard, terrible book. But it ends in hope and it says things that I want to say only better. Fiction gets at you where you are vulnerable where as a speech or a lecture or an article may not twist your gut the same way. So read it.

Hannah is at Creation. She abandoned me. To get back at her I am wearing her earrings and her shoes. She'd be very angry about this if she knew but she won't until she gets back on Sunday. What will she do to my things when I go to school in two months?

Thursday, June 14, 2007

The Glories of Rest

Zak's comment made me realize how utterly depressing that last post was. And as Dad has given me his computer to use for a little while, I thought I would write a post before I head to Harvey Cedars next week.

I slept eleven hours last night. I've slept similar hours every night this week without even trying. The only reason I can think of is that my body is recovering from the past year of not as much sleep as it would like every day. Never fear, it is getting all it could want and more this week. It has been wonderful and I'm so grateful for the quiet and peace. We sit around all day, swim in the freezing water, rest in the sun, write pages and pages in my journal, and devour books as if they were disappearing. My sincerest gratitude for Mim who loaned me some real treasures: The Wand in the Word, Thank You Jeeves, Mudhouse Sabbath (my favorite so far), and the Merry MisAdventures of Sebastian. Its been wonderful.

We went to Montreal for a day. Mom drove us and we didn't get lost once even though I was in charge of the map. And we don't speak a word of French. But we made it and had a good time. Amy, I had a five dollar bill from the Montreal missions trip all those years ago that I had never exchanged. We used it to visit Notre Dame de Montreal. It was quite fitting.

Reading Mudhouse Sabbath and visiting the cathedral in Montreal have made me wish for more liturgy and tradition in "modern" (ie current) protestantism (is that a word?). I want to light candles to remember people and I want to go to confession and I want to have set ways to deal with pain and death and I want communion to mean something beyond that flake of cardboard and a drop of Welches grape juice.

It also surprised me reading MHSabbath how little I know of Judaism. I know the Old Testament and I know of the Hebrews but I really know so little of the practices. Same with Catholicism which is the organized part of Christianity that my own denomination was originally a part of back in olden times. Why does studying the scriptures of a religion so often leave the reader in just as little grasp as the current practices as they began? Should it be this way? No... but we humans love to extrapolate. If we can write a book about it then we must and will.

And I love used bookstores and the children's sections. Perhaps this is a calling for my life...

Jen asked what I want to do when I grow up. I have a long list, one of which is owning a bookstore with the coolest children's section ever. Speaking of children's book, why is there so much terrible fantasy out there right now? There is some marvelous stuff like Inkheart and Harry Potter and a resurgence of Narnia but in reality, most of it is terrible. I suppose it is like that at any point. At least it won't last forever if it isn't very good.

Elia Barlough is gone for the summer. I'm going to miss her even though I didn't see her very often anyways.

Youtube is a highly illegal and highly enjoyable Internet site. They have the entirity of all the ITV Jane Austen series. Persuasion is excellent, Mansfield Park not very but enjoyable nonetheless, Northanger Abbey is yet to be seen.

Apple laptops have the most enjoyable keyboards. I want to type forever once I start, hence this long driveling post. "I shall leave you now."

Had to get the Pride and Prejudice quote in there somehow.

Friday, June 08, 2007

Leavings Off

Sunday and Thursday have caused me more pain than I had realized they would. I feel like they've kicked us all out. Everyone is gone on vacation. I can see what it will be like next year... a little bit. Sunday I felt so lost and alone. I didn't even have the familiar and loved musty scent of the auditorium to comfort me. Thursday, there were four not-so-seniors-anymore at youth group. There were so many new seventh graders. We sat on the steps and listened to Kent play the guitar. It was miserable. The best part of youth group was seeing Katie and Zak Kanoff who have nothing to do with youth group at all. We decided we had to get out of there so we followed Joel to his house and hung out. Luke and Cait came later and we sat around and chatted and at icecream. It felt like old times.

How can it be like old times when those times were there every single day up until last Sunday?


I'm leaving for Lake Champlain tomorrow. At this point, we won't have internet which will send me scurrying to my box of books so devour. And after that I shall be gone to Junior High Harvey Cedars.

"Look for me at the dawn of the third [week]"

Monday, June 04, 2007

The Telltale Keys

I had a number of things I wished to tell you, but yesterdays events trumped them all.

I drove to Camp Hill by myself to attend Emily Burlew's final piano recital. Despite the fact that we've known each other for years, I had never actually been present when she played. It was a privelege to hear her. And the fact that I got there without getting lost was also quite impressive.

My favorite thing about Camp Hill is that is boasts the only Barnes and Noble in the area. Since I am rarely in that area, I decided to make a stop there and visit its hollowed shelves, indulging in my favorite past time of book browsing. B&N is far superior to Borders when it comes to browsability and I've always regretted that there was no one nearer to home. Anyway, I was there for a half hour, made some purchases and went out to my van and began rummaging through my purse to find my keys. I was having a difficult time and happened to look up. There, through that thin sheet of glass, I saw my keys thrown onto the passenger seat. The doors were locked.

There are worse places to be stuck than a Barnes and Noble. I went back in, perched myself ontop of a stack of The Complete Works of Shakespeare (every seat and couch in the entire cafe and store seemed to be taken) and began to call home. It was busy. The cellphones were off. I sat flustered then called the first person on my cellphonelist: Amy. She was a dear and said she'd call around for someone to IM Hannah at home and let Mom know to get off the phone. I called some other people but Amy soon recalled and said that Jeff Mac had done the job. Within five minutes, Mom called and was on her way with the extra set of keys.

But we aren't done yet. No sir, not done yet at all.

The keys she brought were not the right keys. So we called AAA and received a promise that they'd come rescue us in 1.5 hours. That meant only one thing: dinner. Panera Bread was right there so we indulged in a soup breadbowl and free water. Then we hung out in Barnes and Noble some more (yes, the cashier dude definitely recognized me and looked confused at my continual reappearance). AAA arrived, rescued us, and I ran into Ashely Snee as I was walking out.

It was a strange day.